From the yearly archives: 2011
When traveling, I tend to have an over-developed sense of the prevailing weather conditions. This has led to a certain degree of teasing from friends when out walking, particularly when I am the one suggesting getting down off the hills or moors because I’m detecting poor weather moving in way before the others.
However, on [...]
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Anne Bronte was youngest of the renowned Bronte writing dynasty of West Yorkshire. She was born in the village of Thornton, near Bradford, on the 17th January 1820, daughter of Patrick Bronte, a Church of England clergyman and Maria Branwell.
Whilst it is sometimes said that Anne’s sisters, Emily & Charlotte, achieved a much [...]
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Robin Hood’s Bay, North Yorkshire, England lies to the south of Whitby and north of the town of Scarborough.
For the most part, it a picturesque little village where tourists walk down the hill and feel as though they are stepping back in time.
However, if you spend any amount of time by the [...]
Continue Reading →Jeremiah Dixon. It’s a name you may be familiar with, but not 100% sure why.
Personally, I first came across the name in the lyrics of a song by Mark Knopfler, featuring vocals by him and James Taylor, Sailing To Philadelphia.
I’m Jeremiah Dixon, I am a Geordie boy.
A glass of wine with [...]
We went to Mini Moos Farm after seeing it featured on a regional TV News programme showcasing the smallest donkey in the UK.
We didn’t have kids with us, as we were interested in the animals, but [...]
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The first thing we noticed, visiting the village of Hardraw in Yorkshire, is the anomaly relating to the name of the waterfall. Many refer to them as Hardraw Scar, some call it Hardraw Force, whilst the entrance sign outside the Continue Reading →
In every age, there is a group of people who will go that little bit too far in order to make ends meet.
In the 1700’s, Yorkshire, and in particular the Calder Valley saw a group of weavers turn to counterfeiting.
They became known as [...]
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I had heard about the Oxford Bar years ago. It was one of those places that kept cropping up as the favourite haunt of Detective Inspector John Rebus, in the books by Ian Rankin.
Tucked [...]
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