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Since I retired I have become a writer, flower arranger,judge for Yorkshire in Bloom assisted in and presented on a local radio station, volunteer on an allotment for adults with disabilities and help to run a social enterprise with profits going to mental health charities etc etc
I live in West Yorkshire and spend much of the summer at the Yorkshire coast.
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I would like to share with you one of my favourite drives in Yorkshire. This travelogue was written and read out on local radio.
drive I describe is a route I have followed a multitude of times over the years
in a variety of vehicles; hitchhiking in the early days followed by Morris
Minors, Renault 5s, a Talbot Horizon, Ford Focuses and Citroen Picassos.
drive begins at Bolton Abbey, passing the Strid on your right.This narrow but dangerous part of the River
Wharfe has claimed the lives of many who have tried to jump across the
turbulent mass of water.
mother used to recite a poem by Wordsworth from which I remember the verse:
sprang in glee,--for what cared he
the river was strong, and the rocks were steep?--
the greyhound in the leash hung back,
checked him in his leap.
certainly put us off trying to jump over if not give us nightmares.
along the road, lined by miles of dry stone walling, we come across the
historical ruins of Barden Tower, a former hunting lodge, part of which is now
over the bridge and as you climb the hill, look out for the turn off to
Skyreholme and follow signs to Parcevall Hall and Gardens, still in use as a
retreat.After a stroll through the more
formal herb and Japanese gardens, broach the fairly steep ascent to take
advantage of stunning views of the surrounding countryside where vehicles
appear like dinky cars and livestock like model farm animals.I recommend you visit in the daffodil season
where you will be bowled over by the colour and perfume.
up the original route, you will pass a campsite on your right which is the
starting point for the hike up to the bleak landscape of Simon’s Seat,
descending into the Valley of Desolation and over the stepping stones to
Cavendish Pavilion which has been serving tea to visitors since 1898.I have only just discovered that the name
Seat probably comes from the Norse word Sita meaning alpine meadow or the
upland pasture used for the cattle in the Summer months, saving the lower
fields for winter grazing.
on brings you to Appletreewick, where one of the two pubs was a phenomenon and
oxymoron in its time; a non-smoking pub.The Ladies, however, resembled an ashtray!Over to the right is the campsite, where we
had many an enjoyable but wet weekend.Driving a few miles further and crossing over the bridge will bring you
to the picturesque village of Burnsall.This is a perfect place for a paddle, a cup of tea and a cake or a pint
in the Red Lion pub, from where you can stroll along to the suspension bridge
and walk back on the other side to use up the calories.
you really want to indulge yourself, follow the road back to the starting point
and order a scrumptious but expensive afternoon tea at the Devonshire
would be interested to hear about one of your favourite drives.