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Lovely light breaking through the showers yesterday morning in Swaledale.For a fleeting moment, the clouds parted and th...
07/09/2026

Lovely light breaking through the showers yesterday morning in Swaledale.

For a fleeting moment, the clouds parted and the valley seemed to breathe in the soft, golden glow. Beneath Kisdon Hill, the old cowhouses huddled into the landscape, as though they had always belonged there.

Here and there, the leaves are beginning to catch the first whispers of autumn — russet, bronze and muted gold threading through the green.

Or perhaps these are not autumn colours at all, but the traces left behind by a long, thirsty summer.

The seasons seem to linger here, neither quite leaving nor arriving, while rain and sunlight take turns painting the valley anew.

Kilnsey Crag rises like an ancient sentinel above Upper Wharfedale, its weathered limestone face glowing softly beneath ...
06/09/2026

Kilnsey Crag rises like an ancient sentinel above Upper Wharfedale, its weathered limestone face glowing softly beneath the open Yorkshire sky. From the hills above Conistone, the scent of grass and heather seems to drift on the breeze, while below, old stone buildings nestle among emerald fields and winding dry-stone walls. Light spills across the dale, catching the silver of the river and warming the honeyed stone, while the crag holds its quiet, rugged gaze over the valley. A landscape to breathe in, listen to, and lose yourself within.

The weathered old Post Office at Selside in Ribblesdale, North Yorkshie
06/09/2026

The weathered old Post Office at Selside in Ribblesdale, North Yorkshie

The Yorkshire Dales Notebook I’m delighted to share my new Yorkshire Dales Notebook — a collection inspired by some of t...
05/09/2026

The Yorkshire Dales Notebook

I’m delighted to share my new Yorkshire Dales Notebook — a collection inspired by some of the beautiful landscapes I’ve explored across the Dales.

The notebook is A5 and features **30 of my original photographs, taken across 18 different Yorkshire Dales**, alongside **140 lined pages** for notes, thoughts, lists and plans.

Putting the photographs together for the book made me realise just how many different dales I’ve visited. Some of the smaller offshoots can be easy to overlook, but each has its own character and sense of place — and together they make up the wonderfully varied landscape of the Yorkshire Dales.

Whether you love walking in the Dales, have a favourite dale of your own, or simply enjoy Yorkshire landscapes, I hope this notebook brings a little bit of that scenery to your everyday life.

The Yorkshire Dales Notebook is now available from my website: https://walkingmanphotography.co.uk/product/yorkshire-dales-notebook/?v=7885444af42e

Castle Sinclair Girnigoe — two castles, one dating from the 15th century and the other from the 17th — cling to the clif...
05/09/2026

Castle Sinclair Girnigoe — two castles, one dating from the 15th century and the other from the 17th — cling to the cliffs of the wild Caithness coast, just north of Wick.

Perched precariously above the North Sea, they have endured centuries of wind, salt and pounding waves. Yet the sea is slowly claiming the ground beneath them.

How many more storms will they withstand before another piece of this ancient stronghold slips into the depths?

There is something hauntingly beautiful about standing among these ruins, knowing that what remains may not endure forever.

For now, they cling to the cliff edge, with nothing between their ancient stones and the endless sea.

Dark, brooding skies roll across Buttertubs, their heavy shadows spilling over the limestone hills and deepening every f...
05/09/2026

Dark, brooding skies roll across Buttertubs, their heavy shadows spilling over the limestone hills and deepening every fold of the valley.

Far below, Scarr House Farm sits quietly among the fields, tiny against the vastness of the Dales. Stone walls trace ancient lines through the green, while the Pennine Way winds on beneath the changing sky.

It’s one of those places where the landscape feels almost timeless — wild, weathered and utterly Yorkshire. A place to stop for a while, listen to the wind, and watch the hills disappear into the clouds.

An old, derelict house or barn on the hillside above Reeth in Swaledale.I always look at these old buildings with a touc...
04/09/2026

An old, derelict house or barn on the hillside above Reeth in Swaledale.

I always look at these old buildings with a touch of sadness, wondering about the lives once lived within their walls and the work that went into keeping them standing. Time, weather and the ever-rising cost of maintaining such places slowly take their toll, until eventually they become part of the landscape themselves.

Yet there is something beautiful in their decay.

Behind it, the heather-covered hillside is stitched with the wonderful patterns of the drystone walls. From a distance they almost look delicate, but they are a reminder of the immense labour that shaped this landscape — stone upon stone, wall upon wall, field upon field.

It gives a sense of just how much land has been farmed here, and of the generations of hard work that have left their mark on these hills.

A quiet reminder that landscapes are not simply natural places; they are also stories written by the people who lived and worked among them.

04/09/2026

The Pennine Way slipping down into Swaledale, where the hills soften and the world opens out. Happy times after the stony path of doom from Great Shunner Fell — a hard road behind us, and this beautiful valley waiting below. 🥾⛰️

Crackpot Hall — where the hills keep their secrets. 💚Perched high above Swaledale, this old stone sentinel gazes silentl...
04/09/2026

Crackpot Hall — where the hills keep their secrets. 💚

Perched high above Swaledale, this old stone sentinel gazes silently across the Dales as the seasons roll beneath it.

Mist in the hollows.
Heather on the hills.
Golden light on the valley floor.
And somewhere nearby, a rambler sat on a stone, sandwich in hand, utterly lost in the view.

Crackpot Hall asks for nothing but a moment.

To stop.
To breathe.
To look.

And perhaps to wonder how anywhere could be quite this beautiful. 🏔️🍂

Some places you visit. Some places stay with you.

Still waters hold the sky like glass as the Rochdale Canal slips quietly through Hebden Bridge, winding between moss-sof...
03/09/2026

Still waters hold the sky like glass as the Rochdale Canal slips quietly through Hebden Bridge, winding between moss-soft banks and overhanging willows. Ferns unfurl beneath the hedgerows, reeds murmur in the breeze, and dragonflies skim the sunlit surface while ducks drift through ribbons of reflected green. Somewhere in the undergrowth, birdsong rises and falls with the wind — a wild, breathing sanctuary tucked among the hills, where water, woodland and stone seem to belong to one another. 🌿💧🦋🐦

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