I had to catch a train late Saturday night for an early Sunday flight
back to Estonia. So Tom, Keith Allen (another York philosopher), and I
took the day to explore the Yorkshire moors. A moor is like a high flat
plateau. In the moors are old abbeys (like the Carthusian one above) and
It snowed the day before and so the moors were haunting in their beauty.
I pictured Wuthering Heights. We briefly got stuck in the snow on a tiny
road - great fun.
The roads across the moors were small and there are few people in the
area, just a few scattered farms and the occasional tiny village in some
of the valleys that follow rivers through the moors.
Sometimes the desolation is palpable. I love the single tree. Other
areas in the moors are heavily wooded, so there is actually more
diversity on the moors than one might expect.
Still in the moors lies Riveaux Abbey - it once controlled the wool
trade for all of northern England. The church and grounds, now in ruins,
was obviously once quite spectacular.
While in the area we also visited Helmsley Castle in Helmsley. Northern
England is not quite littered with castles, but there are a lot of them.
Keith and I pose next to some sculptures meant to depict medieval
soldiers just outside Helmsley Castle.
We stopped at 'Cleveland Way' which is on the edge of the moors
overlooking the Yorkshire Dales. Behind me is snowy moorland, in front
stretching for miles are the green dales.