After Holy Island, our next stop was Northumberlandia. Northumberlandia? Sounds like a ferry-tale kinda place!? What is it? It’s 1.5 million tons of earth from a neighboring mine formed into the shape of a reclining female figure.

A small cafe and visitors center are at the entrance area. There is no cost to park or visit the park.

The sculpture is is 34 meters (112 feet) high and 400 meters (1,300 feet) long.

From the parking area you walk through a small forest.

The trail has some surprises like this tiny home for Smurfs.
The Lady of the North! Her face and chest are visible from the viewing point.

Chantil standing on the... (get your mind out of the gutter!)...viewing hill, located next to the Lady of the North.

On her forehead is this sculpture of a hand and pointing finger. What does it mean? What is it for??

Picking your nose, I guess?!?

View of the
Lady of the North looking down from her forehead. You can see her nose and eyes in the foreground.

On her chest is a small plaque pointing to another sculpture –
The Angel of the North. Hmm, we’ll have to look that one up.

A section of her hip is sculpted with a sitting area to enjoy the green grass and blue sky.

The visitors center has an overhead view of the lady. Drones are not allowed due to close proximity to a nearby airport.

A mosaic of the
Lady of the North.
After exploring the hills and walkways of Northumberlandia we made our way a bit further south to this sculpture titled…
Angel of the North; a contemporary piece, designed by Antony Gormley. Chantil is as the base of the statue for size comparison.

The area is also an informal memorial with items hanging from nearby trees that were placed in memory of those who passed on.

The problem I had with this sculpture is the location. From the freeway, you only see the very top of it over the treeline...

...I wished it has been placed on top of a mountain and visible from all compass directions. Even so, it was worth the short stop.
We continued south. Found a Chinese takeout place. Ate it in the parking lot; something homeless people and motorcycle travelers seem to do.

For dessert, we shared this Snickers bar and learned a new British word. Faffer: A fussy, indecisive individual, prone to procrastination, dithering between tasks, and who is easily distracted and achieves very little. In-two-minds, he/she flops from one thing to another and starts all over again.
We entered the North York Moors National Park where I was expecting a forested area but was surprised by the beauty of the wide-open plains.

Watch out for sheep! Initially, Chantil would call them out via the Bluetooth headset, but after a km of this, we realized it was futile - There were just too many sheep. At least sheep are not skittish like deer; they seem indifferent to passing vehicles.

Enjoying the sunset and gorgeous views. North York Moors NP, you surprised me!

I even found a trail that was a bit fun for riding my off-road mule through. I wanted to take it down the hill a bit more, but it looked like it didn’t go anywhere that we could camp for the night.

A stone cross just off the road at North York Moors National Park.

We rode until just after sunset and found a place to camp in a field next to the White Lion Inn. Cost £5. One of cheapest places we’ve camped the whole trip! It also came with some great views once we found an area for the tent that was clear of sheep crap. Dumb sheep seem to crap everywhere.
Tomorrow we continue south through England. I’m starting to feel a bit saddened that we only have two days left of vacation…