The fells themselves would seem lonelier without the sheep. And yet the fells were there before the sheep, before the mines, before men thought it possible to live among them. On all these changes they have gazed, giving up to the people their mineral wealth, and feeding their flocks. Some of the early dwellers among them gave them their names, Lovely Seat, Great Shunnor Fell, Water Crag, Rogan’s Seat, Kisdon, Harkerside. What better adventure than to explore them, to discover their ravines and valleys, to follow the paths which cross them, the old pack-horse tracks along their sides?
Pontefract/Swaledale, 1946
The way turned. Before them they could see the crazy path snaking thinly ever upwards into the two great rounded mountains of Lovely Seat and Great Shunnor, like dark breasts against the sky. The sweep of earth from that skyline of dead light down the chasm-creased slopes to the puny figures moving in the frozen landscape stamped itself in Margaret’s mind with electric vividness.
Moor/Northerners, 1956
Cradled in the hills of Kisdon, Shunnor Fell, and Lovely Seat, Thwaite’s position, which seems safe and secure, has in the past been a dangerous one. In the days when wolves roamed the country-side they would come down from the hills in the winter and lurk around the farm houses in the village.
Pontefract/Swaledale, 1946
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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