“It was a sort of stage-magic”: the Yorkshire countryside

“Day after day, mist rose from the meadow as the sky lightened and hedges, barns and woods took shape until, at last, the long curving back of the hills lifted away from the Plain. It was a sort of stage-magic – ‘Now you don’t see; indeed, there’s nothing to see. Now look!’ Day after day it was like that and each morning I leaned on the yard gate dragging at my first fag and (I’d like to think) marveling at this splendid backcloth.”

The verdant Yorkshire countryside, with its dales and moors and rivers, will be familiar to readers of the Brontës and Ted Hughes. But, as the saying goes, “Seeing is believing.” We thought you’d enjoy the short video below.

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