As many of you already know I live in the middle of rural Yorkshire.
Right there in the centre of the picture.
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A very special place to be and indeed I feel very, very lucky and privileged to live here (thank you Wonderful Man). I try to never ever take it for granted and as you know, try to share it with as many of you as I can (or some might say, foist it upon you left, right and centre, lol)
WM and I often remark that living here is like stepping back in time and to be honest with you it was one of its attractions when deciding to relocate here.
Many of our local villages have car parking with honesty boxes for payment (quite a novelty when you come from the city). Baskets of eggs are left for sale on walls with a little tin for the money. Bikes, tools, wellies, toys etc are safely left outside peoples homes. Pushchairs and cars can be parked outside the local shop without worry. Your bill from the coal man can often take a good six months to arrive, no rush.
Best of all, folk smile and stop to say hello.
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Every day I see little snapshots of local history, times gone by.
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Often taken for granted by the locals.
(we're 'in-comers', and I'm not sure how many decades you have to live here to be classed as local, lol)
but special to me and worthy of a little click of the camera.
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Fungus and moss will only grow on trees where the air is unpolluted by cars.
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Wild flowers surprise you on the road side.
Market day, flat cap, wool coat and wicker basket obligatory.
No longer the chosen mode of transport.
The village green, complete with Maypole.
We truly love getting out and about and still have much to see and discover.
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This is our latest discovery.
Found at the side of the road, on a quite ordinary shopping trip.
A 12th century Norman Keep.
With a 14th century garderobe turret.
I've never used the words dragon and castle in the same post before.
I feel quite excited and giddy.
Must be time for a good old fashioned cup of tea.
till next time,
love fi x
