There’s nothing quite so peculiarly English as Morris dancing. Only in this island kingdom could the populace collectively decide that the best way to summon spring, frighten away demons, and cheer up the neighbours was to strap bells to one’s shins, wave hankies in the air, and smack one another with sticks. It’s both sublime … Continue reading The Jangle of Bells and the Old Dame of Music Halls
Tag: Yorkshire Dales
The Tale of the Broken Flower Pot
A Story from the Settle Flowerpot Festival I’ve spent a fair bit of time in the Yorkshire Dales this year so far, so, I’ve crafted a little story inspired by Settle’s penchant for flamboyant flower pots. Enjoy. In the crook of an old dry-stone wall, on the edge of Settle’s bustling village square, there lived … Continue reading The Tale of the Broken Flower Pot
Langcliffe: A Quiet Benediction in Stone and Fur
Another little jaunt today as I round off my short stay in the Dales. Today we took tea not in the grand halls of empire, nor beneath the cloisters of cloaked abbots, but in the altogether finer establishment of the Langcliffe Village Hall, where the china clinks not in diplomatic negotiation but in defence of … Continue reading Langcliffe: A Quiet Benediction in Stone and Fur
The Old Music Hall and Miss Victoria’s Garden
No need to worry, I’m not turning this blog into a travel journal, but.. A reflection on Victoria Hall, Settle – by a sentimental wanderer with a taste for cake and Gothic revivalism Settle, in the UK, as any weary pilgrim of the Dales knows, has more than its fair share of charm. There are … Continue reading The Old Music Hall and Miss Victoria’s Garden
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