A trip to the Yorkshire Dales: ‘Walks fuelled by the painting of nature’.

We’re driving through the Yorkshire Dales on an early Spring evening. The road is winding and hilly; up and down like we’re on a rollercoaster. It’s 6.25pm and it’s still light. But the kind of artificial glow when the desk lamp is on, in an otherwise dark room. Objects within the surrounding landscape are given …

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A trip to the Yorkshire coast: ‘I was ready to become at one with the sea’.

Happiness comes in waves. I'd love to say I read that in a book but admittedly, it was in a clothes shop. Yes, it's a little 'Live, Laugh, Love' I know, but it felt so apt for the place I was in at that exact moment. Waves combing over the sand, leaving a furrowed brow, …

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