I’ll never forget my first sighting of the building that is Cheesden Lumb. It rose from a deep cut valley forged by glacial meltwater several thousand years ago. Beyond the facade, a weave of moss and stone formed an outline of former times. To the front, a more considered...
Can I make a stand for your faithful to-and-fro?
From anxiety to incredulity at Ingleborough
A place that time forgot
A medieval marval at Avoncroft
As a child I was told my town was of little note. Some might say, and some do say, and what they said cast a blur upon my vision. Older and wiser and free of such things, ‘of little note’ became a chord and the chord grew. For long ago,...
Variations on a theme
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships