THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Not even the golden glamour of afternoon on the heather could make this woman idle.  Behind her, in the cool gloom of the wainscoted hall, where as yet no fire burned upon the wide hearth, a table was spread with the appetizing viands for which the North Riding was famous.  There were cheesecakes of rich curd, and a raised pie of the mistress’s own making.  There were delicate turf-cakes, baked between the moorland peats, and golden honey from a moorland hive.

Bone/Morning