Let's have a look at Grassington

Here we go, the last of the weekend photo's. Sunday morning I had made my mind up to go to Grassington. I have been there before, it is a good hilly area, maybe I could find a new route I haven't walked before. I drove into the village and followed the sign for Car Park. 

Well that's not going to work. The machines don't take cash, it is too expensive anyway, and I don't want to be limited to how long I can stay. No clock watching for me. 

I had spotted a side road to Threshfield. It was long and straight with no restrictions. That will do nicely. It was about a mile away from Grassington, but no bother, there was a footpath and it would only take 20 minutes to get there. Several people walked past me as I made my pack up for the day. I spoke to one old chap who said he is going to the Spar Shop at the garage to get his newspaper. Bag ready, off I went. Good morning moo cows. They were paddling around in deep mud. 

Almost opposite the garage is this abandoned Primitive Methodist Chapel. 1878 above the door. What a shame is has been left to the elements. 

As I came into Grassington I crossed over the River Wharfe. 

The weather was sunny and the village was filling up with visitors. I talked to a few people and took a couple of photo's. Three people ware standing near the little seating area in the centre. They had set up a board, I thought they were going to start preaching. The man smiled and I smiled back. I am always polite if anyone wants to talk to me. I listened to him and nodded, and answered his questions. It went on a bit longer than I would have preferred, then I escaped. 

I saw a hand painted sign on a wall. High Lane route to Hebden. That will do. I had planned to go to Hebden along the river, but I can do the route the other way round. High Lane out, and follow the river back. Perfect what a lovely day for a walk. 

I wanted to sit down but there was nowhere, until I came to this field. Watch the video to see what happened next. 

I came into the centre of Hebden and spotted a sign that I am familiar with. Behind some very tall gates is the haulage yard for Longthorne. These trucks always win prizes for their immaculate vehicles. There was a gap of a few inches between the gate and the post, so I was able to get this great snap. 

The old school has been turned into a tea room. It was very busy. 

Opposite is another abandoned church. 

I joined the river at this suspension bridge and followed it back to Grassington. By this time a lot of people were taking advantage of a sunny Sunday walk.

Downstream is Linton Falls. The noise from the rushing water was deafening. I suppose the people who live in nearby houses get used to it. 

Back in Grassington I sat on a bench opposite the carpark to finish eating my packup. The sign there says do not feed the friendly cat, Chuffers. A few minutes late Chuffers appeared. It was very friendly, sitting on my knee, and purring contentedly. I got up to leave and left it sunbathing on the wall. 

Time to go home. That's the end of my weekend excursion to the Yorkshire Dales. A very welcome break. Where shall I go next. The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer. The car is in for it's annual MOT test next week. Hope it passes, it should do. 

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona