There were plenty of sheep about, as you would guess, plus a nice car park with toilets (because it’s a great centre for walkers. There was also a large gathering of Starlings and crows – mainly Jackdaws and a Blue Tit flitting about.
It’s a lovely village in the right weather, though I’d hate to live here on a miserable grey day. I often think about that when thinking of my family working on farms round here, with rain and woollen clothing. They must have hated Autumn and Winter.
The pub in the pictures is the Hark to Bounty. In the late 19th century it was run by William Stead – blacksmith and innkeeper. He was there in 1871, married to my great-grandmother’s aunt, and died in 1893, leaving £808, which was good money in those days. In 1871 my grandmother was working for them, having come from Leyburn, about50 miles away. That’s presumably how she met my great-grandfather.
These are great pictures, Quercus! I bet autumn and winter wern’t too comfortable.
It’s good to reflect on how lucky we are with central heating and synthetic fabrics.
I meant to add that I read a book a few years ago by Amanda Vickery called ‘The Gentleman’s Daughter’. The author used letters and diaries written by a few ladies living in the Clitheroe/ Slaidburn area in the 18th century. Absolutely fascinating.
I’ll have to look out for it. Thanks for the info.
What an attractive village! I love the stone buildings.
Yes, there it is a great place. I’d like it even without the family links.
If I ever come to visit, I will stay at the Inn. Wearing wool in wet weather must not have been to comfortable.
It makes you realise how much easier we have it.
More good pics. I like especially the compositions of the sheep on the horizon, and the post box.
Thanks. I actually tried to “improve” them but the edited pictures wouldn’t upload so those were as I took them. Feeling smug now…
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I used to visit a good second hand book shop in Bicester. Just looked it up and found a reference on Wikipedia to a militia officer called Page-Turner. 🙂
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Interesting photos.
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