THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

A weird charm pervades this remote dale: the wanderer here feels as though penetrating into some forbidden hidden-away gnome-land; the sanctuary and last refuge of an old-world people who have lived and died and lain long hidden away here from a bygone world, the very echoes awakened by one’s voice or a detached stone plunging over a foss, sounding, in fancy’s ear, as though long drawn and expiring in agony from the aisles of a far-away past.

Bogg/Borderland, 1909

We have gone through a region of ghosts and goblins, of trixies and fairies, the memory of whose capers, malignant or otherwise, still finds a place in the local mind. Is it to be wondered at in the midst of such weird, fantastic atmospheric effects? Philosophy is the companion of age; imagination the comrade of the young, and the youth of these dalesmen commences amid the marvellous.

Bogg/Wharfeland, 1904