I love the Lakes. I am entranced by Skye. But I’m not sure that there is a landscape I find more captivating than the Yorkshire Dales. Yes, they seem forever to be wet, cold, misty and blustery, so much so that you half expect to see Heathcliff come striding across at any moment. Yet the seamless stitching together of bleak fells and pastoral valleys, of limestone and millstone grit, makes for a bewitching landscape. So, some photos taken earlier this month, on some typically wet, cold, misty, blustery, Heathcliff-expectant days. For more, see my photoblog, another lonely pixel.
The photos are, from the top down: looking towards Foundains Fell from the top of Littondale; mist-sodden moors above Malham Tarn; dale-running on the slopes above Kettlewell; the view across Nidderdale; Ingleborough cave; Snow Falls, near Ingleton; and Fell Beck near Ingleborough cave.