THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

In dropping down through the slope of the wood to the Priory, we come across one discordant note, a gamekeeper’s ‘larder’ and crucified on the trees, as a warning (one would like to fancy) to their kind not to do what Nature, “red in tooth and claw”, formed them for doing.  It is a dismal shambles of stoats, pole-cats, weasels, hawks and pynots, and even a heron is (in error) gibbeted to a tree-hole.

Bogg/Richardmondshire