THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

The wanderer in the glen – and there are many paths through its woods – may hear the beck rolling over its stony bed, as he goes forward mid the trees and by gray scars, whereon ivy and lichens cling; and when the sun shines athwart the trembling leaves in the spring-time, they will gleam like living gold against the dark background of the further unsunned hill.

Leyland/Coast