After a late lunch of aubergine bake (highly recommended; a kind of vegetarian version of mousakka) I sat and drew this view from the window of the café at Armitage's Garden Centre, Shelley, overlooking Shepley, with Haddingley Hill and Nabscliffe beyond. Those distant blue hills are the Pennine moors around Holmfirth.
It's just the view to linger over with a cup of tea and a piece of flapjack.
Although this appears to be a wooded valley it's the hedgerow trees that give the impression of broken woodland. There are a number of small woods and copses, including Yew Tree Wood, just showing on the left of this picture, but pastures and meadows take up most of the area.
More on Shepley:
John Spencer, Towns and Villages of Britain: West Yorkshire
The Sacred Place
most gardening centres, there is a books section here: lots of gardening
books of course, and Yorkshire subjects, but also some other titles. I
couldn't resist this one: The Sacred Place, The Ancient Origin of
Holy and Mystical Sites, by Paul Devereux.
The book seems to be more than a collection of evocative photographs: the text aims, amongst other things, to show 'that the nature of the sacred place arose from the land itself and insinuated itself into the ancient mind'.
As you'd guess from my nature diary, that approach appeals to me. I feel that it is very likely that the carvings relate to nature and the landscape. I prefer this idea to the theory of a super-civilisation that spread and imposed itself on the world in a 'one size fits all' imperialism or the idea of alien civilisations from outer space imposing a new, 'improved' civilisation on our wonderful planet.
I really don't mind being descended from plain, ordinary people like you and I who looked at the rocks, hills and trees and expressed their own feelings about the spirit (if there is one) that runs through nature and ourselves. I feel that if you touch one of these carvings you're making a kind of contact with people like us - not with aliens, not with mystical high priests - just ordinary people with a strong sense, which most of us have if we don't suppress it, of the mysteries of the universe around us.
Armitage's Garden Centre, Shelley.