Bolton Abbey (Part One)

Yesterday was a perfect Autumn day with blue skies and orange leaves.

Bolton Abbey, in the Yorkshire Dales, was looking stunning:


We had quite a long walk, about six miles perhaps, to the Strid and back. The Strid (meaning "stride" is where the whole river Wharfe, above, is compressed through a small gap between the rocks - just narrow enough to jump, perhaps - - except, that if you get it wrong, you die for sure. Nobody has ever fallen in and survived.

The walk to the Strid, on both sides of the river, is through beautiful woodland. But because countryside these days isn't allowed to be just - well - countryside, someone's had the bright idea of making it a Sculpture Trail.

There's a bit more to this story - but for some reason Blogger won't let me move the pictures down over the text so I'll have to continue in another post - -