I am a lover of coffee table books without a coffee table! When you’re still living with your parents and the extent of your interior design duties is limited to your bedroom there isn’t much cause for a coffee table. One day, however, I will have a coffee table, and when I do, it will be adorned with many an easy-read, picture-heavy tome, for I have already set about collecting them! I thought it might make for a vaguely interesting series on this blog, much like Little Things and Secret Beaches, if I shared some of my favourites with you, starting with Wild Swimming by Daniel Start.
I think AirBnB might be my new favourite thing! For anyone who doesn’t know it’s a collection of really unique places to stay all around the world, whatever your budget, and you can book them all through the site easy as pie! I thought I’d give it a try to book a last minute weekend away over Easter and wasn’t really expecting there to be many options as it’s such a busy time so was amazed to find this shepherd’s hut in Bungay, Suffolk.
Hayburn Wyke is on the North Yorkshire coast and is easily accessible either by walking along the coastal path (right) or by parking at The Hayburn Wyke Country Inn and trudging through a few fields in a seaward direction until you find the trail. We visited in winter so there were very few people around, but I get the impression this place is little known and pretty quiet most of the time anyway.
We visited Brimham Rocks in February 2014. It was cold, damp, and overcast, but that didn’t detract from how bizarrely beautiful they are, in fact, if anything, it added something quite dramatic to the landscape. Water, wind and glaciers have eroded the rocks into seemingly gravity defying shapes, have carved narrow alleys between them, and have cracked fissures through them that go metres deep.
A clootie well is a well or spring, usually with a tree growing beside it, with supposed magical healing powers. Back in the day sick or injured people would make pilgrimages to the site and bathe naked in the waters then circumnavigate the well three times before resting on a nearby hill. A strip of cloth would then be torn from their clothes and tied to a nearby tree, the belief being that as the cloth deteriorated so would the ailment.
Dent is the most remarkable of places. We discovered it quite by accident one rainy Spring day in May 2013 and it has become an odd place of pilgrimage for us every year since. That day we were actually visiting Cottingley (of The Cottingley Fairies fame) and then onwards to Dent as a kind of afterthought. I had literally looked on a map the night before and pointed randomly to a place I thought we might at least be able to get a half-decent scone.