Nobody lives there. Those that do seem to be mostly Yorkshiremen. The sheep live on the roadside, which is the safest place to stand. Draught beer is scarce. Shops are scarcer.
Fuel stations are almost non-existent.
The first evening, Friday, brought us all together in the bar. Refreshments were consumed in bulk, which lead to some unusual high jinx. I will say no more on this subject except that the evidence is on video, officer. On Saturday morning we set off to have a run-around on some land owned by a local farmer. As it was long, but not very wide, I decided to try it crossways, and thence up a steepish bank at the other side.