I’ll never forget the first time I saw Cowside in Langstrothdale - cosseted by a copse that was rudely thrust out onto the horizon from the blanched arc of a hill. My task that day was to photograph the building for the Landmark Trust, but getting there had been one of the most arduous journeys of my life. I’d spun the car in the snow at Hubberholme, where I was unceremoniously towed off the bridge and back onto the road by a bemused farmer.

I abandoned the car a mile or so from the farm and set out along a track that snaked beside the river Wharfe. I can’t remember much about photographing Cowside; for most of the time I was held in a state of suspension. I felt a profound connection to this place. What I do remember is the tremendous sense of catharsis I felt when I had finished, slip-sliding down the frozen hill towards the car. The last thing I said to myself as I drove away was: I will return and come and stay one day.

Here's a VR taken from behind the copse with a beautiful view of the Upper Langstrothdale Valley.

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