Photographs are so easy these days, snap the picture and then put it on your computer, nothing more. Remember the old days, fiddly film rolled round the little clasp, (do not get light on the film) and then removing the finished film, off to the chemist for development, and then those photos that never quite hit the mark....
Well time for computer photos, taken over the last few years, churches figure extensively alongside their accumulated history. Then there are the moors, barren places, sheep grazing, the call of the curlew and the grouse.
I am in a nostalgic mood this grey day, as the skeleton trees and dark sodden leaves lie heavily everywhere, the slow uphill grind to the 21st of this month, when the year, or at least the sun. will turn round and flood our part of the Earth with light. So here we are............
|A typical small hamlet|
|My heart always jump as we go over the cattle grids onto the moor.|
|My favourite part of the moor|
|A quiet Whitby|
|Looking across to our bit of Whitby|
|The woods before we get to the Cawthorn Roman Camps|
|One of the camps covered in heather and long grass|
|The Roman ground defended from those warlike tribes of the North!|
|Sheep graze the church yard at Lastingham|
|The sheer solemnity inside a church, which still takes my breath away|
|This Christian cross would had stood 24 feet high|
|The museum pieces lying in the crypt of Lastingham, the Viking carving hardly decipherable|
|Viking pagan snakes invading a church|