Aside from the odd donkey ride at the seaside, I’ve never had the opportunity to go riding. A few of my friends went horse riding when they were younger but for some reason… 602 more words
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NOT in rich glebe and ripe green garden only Does Summer weave her sweet resistless spells, But in high hills, and moorlands waste and lonely, The vast enchantment of her presence dwells. Wide sky, and sky-wide waste of thyme and heather, Perpetual sleepy hum of golden bees...
the cycling references are for Le Tour de France, which recently triumphed through Yorkshire
and finally, mad cow, no, though a little eccentric…
A break from the strictly horticultural life and out amongst Natural Beauty, this time in the Yorkshire Dales and here, Swaledale in particular. 236 more words
We’ve had a run of out of town shows over the last few weeks, so it was nice to be back in our hometown of York on Friday performing for Jane and Andy at their wedding. 288 more words