A tranquil torrent

You will have to excuse my little Yorkshire obsession…  It’s my birth county, and, in the nature of many Yorkshireman, I am inordinately proud of it.

Late afternoon at Bolton Abbey

Late afternoon at Bolton Abbey

This is a particularly beautiful spot. Bolton Abbey and the River Wharfe. Here it looks placid, gentle. Mind you, cross those stepping stones – there are 60 of them – and one slip and you’ll be wishing you were in a warmer county…

The Strid

The Strid

Just upriver is the Strid. A God-send in God’s county for photographers. Suddenly the  Wharfe gets a cob on and turns into a furious harpy, a boiling virago. Not to be messed with. Falling in here (30 feet deep, huge undercurrents) and you’re a goner.

Not the place to slip...

Not the place to slip…

 

Boiling but ice cold

Boiling but ice cold

And, much like a virago, suddenly everything is tranquillity and peace again. Calm surfaced, serene, temperate. But deep below the river is icy cold.

Calmly flowing on.

Calmly flowing on.

A river and a county of contrasts. But always beautiful…

Cool reflections

Cool reflections

 

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