
As we go towards Spurn Head we are more and more impressed with the desolate character of the shore. The tide may be out, and only puny waves tumbling on the wet sand, and yet it is impossible to refrain from feeling that the very peacefulness of the scene is sinister, and the waters are merely digesting their last meal of boulder-clay before satisfying a fresh appetite.
Home/Vales, 1908
Time was when Holderness folk were almost a clan, leading a community life, self-contained, interdependent, amrrying amongst themselves, and just a little suspicious and jealous of outsiders.
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It has its pastoral scenery, delightful lanes, leading to village, hamlet, and country house and farm; it is rich in ecclesiastical architecture, most of it is unspoiled by eyesore, abortion, modern villadom; life is leisurely and peaceful – surely these are the very essence of what we mean when we speak of the charm of rural England!
Fairfax-Blakeborough/East Riding, 1951
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