The UK countryside is crisscrossed with a spiderweb of public rights of way. I was out for a day's ramble when, coming up over a slow rise, I was about to take a left-hand turn at the stone wall when this classic Yorkshire scene caught my eye. For me, it's a perfect composition: the track along the stone wall, leading to a little hamlet, with a grander view further on. You can see a few ramblers who had decided to go straight ahead, walking along just to the right of the houses.
The outcropping overlooking the houses is called a "scar", and the famous Ingleborough peak—a portion of which I climbed the next day—looms in the distance.
I waited for a while as the cloud shadows scudded over the landscape until just the right combination of sunlight on the houses and clouds darkening Ingleborough came together.
The UK countryside is crisscrossed with a spiderweb of public rights of way. I was out for a day's ramble when, coming up over a slow rise, I was about to take a left-hand turn at the stone wall when this classic Yorkshire scene caught my eye. For me, it's a perfect composition: the track along the stone wall, leading to a little hamlet, with a grander view further on. You can see a few ramblers who had decided to go straight ahead, walking along just to the right of the houses.
The outcropping overlooking the houses is called a "scar", and the famous Ingleborough peak—a portion of which I climbed the next day—looms in the distance.
I waited for a while as the cloud shadows scudded over the landscape until just the right combination of sunlight on the houses and clouds darkening Ingleborough came together.
