Lost in the Summer Wine Country

Richard Bell’s Wild West Yorkshire nature diary 1st June 2008

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LOST IN DEEPEST West Yorkshire! Setting out to friends we’ve visited only once before, we’ve ended up down a no through road by Shepley’s tiny station. Thank goodness for mobile phones!


We’re soon following directions to find a single track lane (with passing places) between hedge-banks festooned with cow parsley and occasional arches of foliage and hawthorn blossom above us, so luciously verdant that it’s like driving into one of Samuel Palmer’s visionary Shoreham period paintings.


We return home via Emley Moor where the grey cloud is so low that the television mast looks no taller than a stumpy lighthouse. In human proportions the cloud-base is no more than ankle deep, shin-deep at most to the concrete tower.


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