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The Green Rolling Hills and Rugged Cliffs of the Yorkshire Dales

Posted on April 13, 2022 by Opher

Driving around the Dales is stunning!! The Beauty!!

The Yorkshire Dales – Up into the hills

Posted on April 11, 2022April 11, 2022 by Opher

We set off further afield to take a look up into the hills.

Walking in the Yorkshire Dales – photos

Posted on September 9, 2021September 9, 2021 by Opher

Walking through the beauty of the countryside is very uplifting. But this isn’t really nature. This is managed for farming. The trees have been cleared. This is still, beautiful though it is, part of the factory!

Walk to Wharram Percy – a deserted medieval village. Photos of the Yorkshire Dales.

Posted on November 9, 2020 by Opher

It was a misty Autumn day when we set off across the Yorkshire Wolds towards the medieval village of Wharram Percy. The low level cloud and early morning sun created interesting light. The rolling wolds and patchwork fields looked like a pastoral idyll.

Yorkshire – Mountains and scenery – photos

Posted on October 28, 2020 by Opher

Ensconced in our B&B we set off to explore the countryside. That meant climbing up mountains. Mountains are quite high. They go on and on. You get quite tired. They seem to have lots of tops. You head to one to discover another one beyond that. They always seem to go up. There’s a lot of up. There are many times when you start to ask questions like: ‘whose idea was this?’ But when you are finally at the top it is all worthwhile. Views are stunning.

Photography – Dales Pt. 9 – Ingleborough.

Posted on September 25, 2016 by Opher

Ingleton is a beautiful mountain. I have never approached it from this direction.

I was taken with the way the mood of the place changed with the different light conditions. I took these three shots with different sunlight.

Photography – The Dales Pt. 8 – The walk to Mount Ingleborough.

Posted on September 25, 2016 by Opher

Day three was sunny and we set off to walk to Mount Ingleborough. My Nanny came from Ingleton and it was nice to think that she had walked these hills as a child. She had led an interesting life.

As a child her mother had died and she had run away from home at the age of twelve in rebellion against her stepmother who was a very strict religious woman. She had worked in a hospital laundry in Lancaster. She had met up with a boxer at the travelling fair and run off with him. He took on all-comers for three rounds. He left her pregnant down in Portsmouth and gave her his silver cups which she pawned.

I thought about her as I made my way up those hills. She would have stood where I was and looked at this incredible landscape. It was where she grew up.