From a Photo taken with a No. 5 Poco Camera by M. Heavisides ‘Tis my last afternoon. The graces, with their newly-formed young friends are enjoying the fun of trampling the hay down in a covered shed, as load by load comes in from the hayfield; while the young scion is plying the gentle art under the shaded trees of Bow Lees beck. Here all small streams are called becks, while over the hills, in Weardale, they are called burns; so the mater and I decide to have a quiet country walk to Reavelling Gill and Bell Edge, not far away.