THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

The barrenness of the mountain valley is gradually exchanged for the plenty of the plain.  Each dale has its own ruined abbey; its own grim castle; its own little group of waterfalls – if we credit Wordsworth, its own little patch of sky; its own little lot of stars.  Each dale in itself is a microcosm – a little world complete in itself; yet severed by ridges of impracticable moor from the next little world, its neighbour.

Morris/North Riding