Tension and competitiveness arose over the 2 days as entrants raced against the clock to complete this Mini Digger Challenge. Prize money was awarded to:
18+ Winner - Tony Middleton (£70)
Under 18 Winner - Joseph Soutar (£30)
  A Big THANK YOU from the committee to Dave Ellison (Ellison Groundworks Ltd) for his sponsorship, and the time input into co-ordinating the challenge.
  £25 also awarded to Cheryth for Fastest Female, and £5 to Luke for Fastest Youth.
  May the committee also pass on their heartfelt thanks to EVERYONE who either donated their time and/or donated food. In doing so, you all helped make the weekend the success it was. So many of you helped and for that we are eternally grateful.
  Unfortunately, too mention to mention by name, but you all know who you are.
  A special mention also to the following for their contribution; Steve & Bill Longlands, John Hyde, Dent Parish Council, Judith Bealy (Dent Brewery), Tony Middleton, Dent Youth Club, Dent Football Club for the use of their showers, Lyon Equipment, John & Liz Soutar, David Baines, and of course the committee, without whom the weekend would not have been.
  Dentdale Show was established with the intention of providing something for the community. We hope you enjoyed the weekend as much as we the committee did. Feedback has been fantastic, and it appears that you all wish this to be an ongoing annual event. Obviously, this was our first year, but if anyone has any of their own suggestions as to what we can provide in subsequent years, please feel free to offer any advice. All suggestions welcome.                                         Julie Middleton

  Yorkshire folk are generally considered to be blunt, but really we're just being realistic. A visitor to the Dales commented to a passing farmer, "What a gorgeous view!" To which came the reply, "Aye, bud it wean't pay t'rent!"
  The words we use are often short and to the point, none more so than the word 'nowt' meaning 'nothing' - as in the phrase 'It's jist summat an' nowt', to indicate an event that's not really worth bothering about.
  It stands to reason that 'nowt said needs noa mendin', and for someone too fond of the sound of their own voice, 'He talks a lot bud sez nowt'.
  For a person of no importance, it's said that he or she is 'nowt-a-pahnd!'
  'Daft', as in 'daft as muck', is another descriptive word, and certainly applies to this rural couple. The wife came home with a length of wood for a new clothes prop and asked her hubby to cut a cleft in the top of it. "Wheer is t'prop?" he asked. "Leanin' up agin t'hoose wall," his wife replied. "Noo, wheer's thoo goin'?" Ti get a stee (ladder) ti reach t'top," he said. "Dean't be daft!" she retorted. "Thoo can saw it fra t'bedroom winder!"                                                            Michael Park

  A ride out to view the autumn colours and the chance to stock up with winter plants can be combined with a light lunch or afternoon tea at Lune Spring Garden Centre and cafe, Newbiggin-on-Lune. For basket and antique lovers there are two retail areas adjacent to the cafe.
  In Milnthorpe for the Friday market? Take a wander down past Fourboys and into the Sandham Tea Rooms at the back of the RDK Mobility shop, might be small but good food, toilets and very friendly staff billed as "the girls from Veronicas" who ever she is?
  Unlike the "Northern England Teapot Trail" which has a page all about the wonderful cafe in Sedbergh with links to the New Village Tearooms in Orton which is not actually operational yet, all the places suggested here are up and running and personally visited!!                                                                                  E.N.JOY.

  In August local author Freda Trott launched her latest 'Sedbergh heritage book' entitled 'Do You Remember?' at a tea party in The People's Hall.  The event was attended by many of the subjects whose stories and memories are featured in the book.  Here follows the speech that Freda gave that afternoon.
  First, thank you very much, Carol, and all your helpers, and the Book Town people, for making me this lovely party.   Thank you all for being here - quite a few of you have come a fair distance.  And thank you very much to all the people who have talked to me and told me things, and helped me in so many ways to make this book possible.
  I saw that Carol, in a recent interview, said the Book Town intend to concentrate on the area of Education with a capital E.  Don't you think that has always been Sedbergh's destiny?  Since the founding of Sedbergh School in 1525, Sedbergh has always been a seat of learning.  Think of school - think of books!
  In 1782, Robert Foster, the squire of Hebblethwaite Hall, wrote in his diary "Feb. 21st, 1782.  Attended the book club, paid subscription and expenses - 8s/3d."  Again later, "Attended annual dinner of the book club at Edward Robinson's at which were present most of the members besides several ladies.  Paid Sub. 7s/6d.
  Then Julia Green's prep school at the Terrace - wasn't that 1840-60?  Then P. A. Thomas took it to Settlebeck, to be followed by Mr. Gladstone's headship there.
  Next, Dr. Skeat's Baliol School for girls - her pupils in their red cloaks and green tunics, which were made at Oakville, 72, Main Street, long before it was the TIC, by my Grandfather and Uncle.  Miss Tetley's small private school was opposite Westwood Books.
  The Reading Room, now the County Library, where my grandfather and his dear friend Joe Parrington used to go every evening, up those well worn stone steps, to join the other old gentlemen and discuss the days' news.
  Jackson's printing works in Queen's Square, where the books for Sedbergh School were printed.
  Then the school mouse!  Even the mouse at the British School was book minded!  Up in the top room, Daddy Downhill arranged us in a neat half circle round the bookcase, where the poor little mouse was hiding away and maybe having a good read!  Our instructions not to let it go!  Daddy Downhill down on all fours grovelling under the bookcase with his famous cane!  Out dashes the mouse - making a bee line for Jim Pickles - how many of you remember him?  Jim, with great presence of mind - (and great courage!) took a flying leap - at the precise moment and his heavily booted feet landed neatly on that poor mouse!  I can still hear the crash as Jim's feet met the floor - and mousy in between - so you see, even the mouse, was book minded!
  So, Carol, I think you are on the right track - and the very best wishes to the venture.
  Thank you all once again.                                                                 Freda Trott