In the dales and on the heights everything is newly alive, not waking but awake, the air, a draught of health for every breath, clean as the Atlantic wind, clear as spring water. There will be nobody about except the curlews and the peewits and the sheep, and on certain roads, marked with no great confidence on the maps, they will pay you very little attention. This is their kingdom.
Prioleau/Enchanted, 1933
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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