one of the nicest things about this Yorkshire visit for me was the walks I did straight from our hotel. Both mornings we were there I managed a walk before breakfast. The morning of our departure saw me exploring the towpath of the canal. It wasn't a sunny day, but the air was still and I loved the mirror like reflections.
and the cute ducklings.
It's such a peaceful green oasis in a busy area.
Old mills and narrow boats.
Locks and views.
boats and cottages.
Colourful trucks :0)
After breakfast Mum and I ventured down the road to Damart...where there was a sale on.
Mum picked up lots of bargains, then we decided it was time to head home.
As we travelled through Bingley mum noticed a familiar lane. "Beckfoot bridge is down there" she said. Ooooh I just had to turn the car around for a quick lisit.
Above my bed I have a painting done by mum of this bridge and I love it. I couldn't miss the chance to see it for myself. If I had been as a child I couldn't remember it.
We stopped by this house and I left mum in the car. I just walked through that gap you can see.
And there it was !
Welsh poppies grew out of the stone walls ( that's a childhood memory right there)
and the other side of that house was so lovely
The bridge it's self is an old pack-horse bridge and would not have had any sides when it was used by horses ( so as not to interfere with the wide loads these animal had to carry)
This is the view from the other side....how perfect it looked with the fresh spring foliage.
There were even a few bluebells on the bank.
And here's the angle that seems so familiar to me.
Because this is the painting of it that a love so much.
This impromptu visit finished our short break off perfectly. Thanks mum for another special trip down memory lane :0)