THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

That day I looked high and low for the terrible wolf pit above Fryup, but there was nothing: just the sunlight coming and going over the purple moors, the honeyed scent of the heather flowers that were coming out, the sound of curlews and below, the lush, tumbling landscape of Fryup Dale.  I had the disturbing sense that the place was fobbing me off with beauty and waiting for me to leave.

Cohu/Wolf