Lane, green

A country lane

A country lane

A tiny lane on the Bolton Abbey estate, high up on the valley wall above the river Wharfe. Behind me is a field gate leading to a route to the Valley of Desolation which was meant to be my destination as I wanted to shoot the waterfalls there. I walked up out of the valley and along this lane only to find a notice on the gate declaring it unsafe to proceed as there was shooting taking place, grrrrrrr! More planning required next time :-/

Field Barn and Buttercups

We are now down on the valley floor in Swaledale and this is one of the very many field barns that are scattered around. This one is sitting right in the middle of a beautiful buttercup meadow. The wild flower meadows are another great reason to visit this dale in late spring and early summer.

A Swaledale Field Barn in a Buttercup Meadow

A Swaledale Field Barn in a Buttercup Meadow

A pen with a view.

This could be seen as another case of the built environment clashing with the natural environment. It is some sort of pen that I assume is or was used by a farmer tending his sheep that graze on these hills. It has a beautiful view down into Swaledale. But in this case I don’t think there is a clash given that it is here to look after the animals that essentially created the view we see. If it wasn’t for hill farmers and their sheep then this view would be very different indeed. If the little wooly lawn mowers ever left then it would soon be covered in scrub and eventually, I suppose, trees. So the view itself is an industial landscape, the industry being agriculture, so I guess this pen fits right in. Click the image to see larger version.

 

A Swaledale view

A Swaledale view

 

The lines are drawn!

High up on the moors between Wensleydale and Swaledale is a place I really like to spend time. It’s a great place to get away from the urban centres and stare out at the amazing views, listen to the wind, watch the clouds go by and feel good. But even here the lines between the built environment and the natural environment can be stark. We stoppped here for a little sustinance at the side of a small stream and the thousand yard stare was savagely interupted by the wall where the stream passes under the roadway.

It wasn’t quite the peaceful solitude here though two years ago when the Tour de France started in Yorkshire when this place was a sea of humanity as you can see below in a picture from the Liverpool Echo taken by James Maloney.

A harsh divide.

A harsh divide.

 

Tour de France 2014 in Yorkshire. Pic by James Maloney

Tour de France 2014 in Yorkshire. Pic by James Maloney