Walking back from the river wharfe we went back past Bolton Abbey. I was playing with reflections,
We walked up through the woods, away from Bolton Abbey. It was a fine summer day at the very end of August. A beautiful day in Yorkshire. The scenery was superb. We crawl on the skin of a small planet – it’s wonderful. Flowers, trees and roots.
I walked across the stepping stones which was more scary than it looked!!
Yorkshire is green and beautiful. When the sun is shining there is nowhere better. The canal wends its way through some amazing scenery. I couldn’t stop taking shots.
The last shot is of where we stayed.
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!
We visited an old church which contained some old stain glass, a carving of a crusader sword, a chunk of a Saxon Cross and a Norman font. Interesting.
There was also a Roll of Honour for the dead from the two world wars. Young men who gave their lives for what?
They thought it was freedom; was it really greed? Or preserving the gross inequality? Keeping the wealthy rich? Or was it power and control? I suppose that depends on your viewpoint.
Outside the church there was life – flowers and beautiful green rolling hills.
What a shame that we humans have so much, want so much more and make such a mess.
The coast was rugged with black volcanic rock and mounds of volcanoes! Fabulous.
The volcanic soil gives the island great fertility. It’s very green.
The scenery was stunning.