A bit different. None of these places warrant a full report, or even a mini report, and I had to wait to get enough to make it worth while.
Behind the cow parsley, somewhere outside Leeds, a hidden doorway to a forgotten place.
Inside the store are shelves. Was it once used by a long demolished farm?
Looking out into the lush greenery. A few steps lead out of the underground room.
In an abandoned quarry is this shelter, not for people but for the Leeds Permanent Building Society, which moved over 100 million pounds worth of property deeds and papers here for safe keeping during the war. A car alarm sounds when you try the locked door.
Heading north from Leeds, a secret doorway between the rocks.
Inside, a rowing boat bobs on the water, sending ripples across the quiet backwater.
Outside Knaresborough, is this cave. St Robert lived here, just outside Knaresborough at the turn of the thirteenth century.
Inside the cave is a small altar.
He died in 1218 and people came on pilgramages to see him when he was alive, or visit the chapel and living quarters.
King John visited here in 1216. That is the year, not the time.
In Knaresborough, The Chapel of Our Lady of the Crag was established in 1408. It is believed to be a shrine to the Virgin Mary. King Henry IV granted permission for it to be built. The stonemason's son was nearly killed in a rockfall, and he believed his son's life was saved by the interceding of the Virgin Mary, who the chapel is now dedicated to. It is referred to in a poem by William Worsdworth.
Back in Leeds is this.
Constructed in 1671 by Edward Waddington, this cold water bath is filled from a nearby spring and was once up a time used by many for it healing properties. Although by the mid nineteenth century many of the visitors were local, it was still being used.
Heading west, to the horbury tunnel, a short one.
As part of the Crigglestone curve, this line closed in 1991 to freight, although it was 30 years before that passengers last travelled through it. This part of the line is now cut off at both ends from the rail network. The Royal Train would often stable up here overnight.
Halifax, and a strange grill in the undergrowth.
Water poured out of a pipe before making its way underground under the town.
Alas, I had forgotten my trunks.