A spring morning, sun chasing across fell and dale, breezes tossing green boughs and scattering blossom in showers white and pink: this is a day for Kisdon, for mounting its rounded shoulders, birds blown screaming across our path, mountain pansies and purple orchises in our way, and as we stop to look around every upward yard raises up more heavenly ridges and ranges, each changing from blue to gold as sungleams and cloud shadows race over them.
Lofthouse/Countrygoer, 1964
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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