The imagery from Yorkshire on the first two days of this year’s Tour de France was jaw-dropping. We’ve been parked in front of our TV, working and occasionally looking up to check the screen. “Scenery!” we call out if there’s something lovely on, which alerts the other to stop and look. If it’s really gorgeous — such as Bolton Abbey, holy cow — we’ll stop our DVR, rewind, and watch it again. Ah, the joys of constantly recording television.
We have already agreed that Yorkshire is on our “must visit very soon” list. There are fairly cheap flights from here to there, so it’s feasible as a budget trip. In the meantime, seeing that much green has made my Oregon brain very happy, while seeing all of the fabulous ruins and the rugged landscape has made my literary brain happy, too. That scenery explains a lot about the great Victorian era English writers.
For those who don’t want bicycles in their wallpaper (hard as that is for me to understand), here’s a gorgeous shot of Swaledale. Both images are from the Guardian.
(Click either image to yorkify.)