THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

I remember a long time ago, when I was looking for it as hard as I could, and went the way people told me to go, for quite a long time I never seemed to get any nearer to it; and at last, when I was thinking I could not be very far away from it, a lady, who seemed to come up suddenly – for I had never seen her or heard her till she was quite close to me, although I had been looking about every way for some one to inquire of – riding on quite a nice pony, told me to go ever so much farther. So I felt sure at once there must be something strange about the place somehow. And when I did find it at last, it was just as if it was hiding itself away; for it was all in deep narrow valleys – so narrow and so deep, that in some parts of them even the sun himself could not find his way in during the deepest and darkest parts of winter.

Atkinson/Giant Killers