This is the old miners track which winds it’s way up the slopes of Buckden Pike.
And the road in the distance takes it’s lonely self to Bishopsdale – and beyond.
Another place you rarely see anyone – apart from the sheep of course :)
This photo is of the Yarnbury Lead Mining area just outside Grassington in North Yorkshire. The road winding through it is the ‘Dukes New Road’ – named after the landowner The Duke of Devonshire. Between 1821 and 1861 more than 20,000 tons of lead were produced, employing 170 people. The area is now a ruin and the mines haven’t been worked for a century and a half. Few go here now and the area is covered in open mine shafts and crumbling buildings. It is still a fantastic place to explore.
On Monday a friend of mine took me out for a drive in the Dales. I had been stuck in the house for nearly a month and I needed to get some air. We drove up to a favourite place of mine – Langstrothdale, and sat by the infant river Wharfe. Across the way the barns were nestled in a field of bright yellow buttercups.
A pub lunch at the ‘Buck Inn’ at Buckden rounded the afternoon off. A nice 3 or 4 hours spent away from home, and it also gave me the impetus to get my knees healed quickly so I can get back out hiking. My first full day without crutches too :-)
Dob Park is one of those mysterious places which gives me a chill. Not really a park – it is a bit of forest and a valley near one of the reservoirs outside the village in which I live.
It is regarded of a bit of an odd place by the locals and it is was reputed that the famous Timble witches used to meet here – being a mile or so away from their coven. A hundred years ago it was reported to be the home of a talking dog – who could converse fluently in a number of languages.
It also contains the ruins of a mysterious hunting lodge and a very old pack horse bridge (more about these later).
There always seems to be a mist over Dob Park – maybe from the nearby Lindley reservoir – maybe not. This was shot at Dawn when the mist is rising over the park.
This is Yockenthwaite stone circle taken at Dawn. Not exactly a ‘stone circle’ per se – probably the foundation for a hut circle or maybe a cairn circle, but still very beautiful nonetheless. And possibly 5000 years old.
It is situated at the side of the infant river Wharfe and it is just an amazing place – very mystical and magical. And the perfect time to visit it is at Dawn.
I couldn’t think of what to call this one, but it looks to me a bit like someone has torn a strip from a b/w photo leaving an orange background shining through. But then again, maybe not…I am not very good at titles.
Anyway, it was shot at sunset (no sh*t Sherlock) and is looking over the moors vaguely towards Skipton and beyond.
Another archive I missed first time around :-)
Unfortunately I am digging into the archive (something I told myself I would never do), as I have been unable to get out for a few weeks owing to a problem with my knees. Anyway I have had an operation yesterday and I am told I should soon be back out on my beloved hikes.
Anyway, this is a shot taken at dawn last year looking over the fields of Yockenthwaite in the Yorkshire Dales. I took it as I was on my way for an early morning hike.
It is a shame the photo doesn’t show the mist rolling across the fields, it was really beautiful and I watched it for ages…but such is still photography :-)