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I am a quilter living in Woodbridge, Suffolk who has made quilts since I was a teenager. I also ring bells! Both are great British traditions....I will try to feature some of my antique Welsh and Durham quilts, the quilts I make myself, my quilting activities and also some of my bellringing achievements. Plus as many photos as I can manage. NB: Double click on the photos to see greater detail, then use back button to return to the main page.













Monday 6 August 2018

Summer Holiday to Yorkshire Dales 3

The last day of our short visit to the Yorkshire Dales....I had planned a walk above Reeth.


From Reeth, we walked to Grinton church. This was the end of the "Corpse Trail ", where folk from the upper valley were buried in the Grinton graveyard. We met a local bellringer, by chance, and had a look in the bellchamber, and helped to lower the bells.


The walk took in Marrick Priory - once inhabited by nuns, but now used as an outdoor activity centre. Not usually open to the public, but we were allowed to look around. Leaving here, a  steep stone path was used by the nuns to get to the Richmond road. A very hot day!


Lovely views, but looking very dry...


The sheep were seeking out any shade that they could find...


Looking towards Reeth....


Another view towards Reeth...


After returning to Reeth, we headed home to the A1 via Richmond...I think that we have rung here at St Mary's, in the past...


The centre of Richmond - this market place is said to be one of the largest in England. The Obelisk replaced an earlier Market Cross, and supplied water to the town from a reservoir underneath.


Holy Trinity Church, now redundant, houses the Green Howards museum.

Richmond Castle....

Richmond Falls were full of people swimming and taking advantage of the warm weather.

1 comment:

  1. Looking very dry ??? but still a greeny colour. Come to Australia to see dry- and explore the infinity of shades of brown in the grass. Even Tasmania is very dry, plus we have over 50 fires burning - all wilderness set alight by dry lightning strikes. Yorkshire is always beautiful even when dry - my parents lived in Hornsea, and before M62 I travelled up via Driffield - a trifle white and scarey across th emoors at Christmas.

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