Showing posts with label Aysgarth Falls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aysgarth Falls. Show all posts

Monday, April 11, 2022

James Herriot at Aysgarth Falls

 

Aysgarth Falls, Yorkshire Dales, England


Near the little town of Aysgarth lies Aysgarth Falls, a beautiful place dear to James Alfred Wight (known to us as James Herriot).  After reading about it in his book James Herriot's Yorkshire, I knew we had to visit it. Thankfully, on the day we arrived, the sky was clear, the sun shone down, and we could walk along the rocky side of the river and really enjoy our visit.



James, or Alf as he was known by family and friends, always took time out of each day to walk his dogs. In fact, in The Real James Herriot, his son Jim Wight mentions that Alf played golf at a particular course for many years. But when the club decided to crack down on members who insisted on bringing their dogs with them, he let his membership lapse.



After a long day of Tuberculosis testing in the Dales, James returned home one evening, thinking his day was over, and he could finally relax. "Alf, where's Danny?" his wife Joan (Helen Alderson) asked. So he hopped back into his car, and undertook the twenty-five mile drive back to Aysgarth Falls.

Thankfully, his dog was still there, and waiting patiently for him.



It's hard to believe it'll be ten years this summer since we were there. Perhaps, if we should return to England one day, my wife and I can pay another visit to Aysgarth Falls. 

Dragon Dave

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Dalek Invasion of our World


I’ve always loved the Dalek stories, particularly the serials from the 1960s and ‘70s.  Those of you who’ve followed my blog know that I used the Doctor Who story “The Dalek Invasion of Earth” as a paradigm to understanding the importance of various places and landmarks during our visit to London in 2011.  I suppose it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when the Daleks invaded our home last year, but then, one can never fully anticipate the future. 

Through the entry portal of my wife’s knitting needles, Daleks of different color schemes (and hence holding different ranks and positions within Dalek society) began appearing in our living room.  A gray Dalek was swiftly followed by black, yellow, pink (Pink?), and even a red Dalek, featuring an arm with pincers instead of a sucker from the AARU movie “Dr. Who and the Daleks.”  Instead of bending us to their will through force and oppression, these Daleks conquered us with their cuteness.  My wife forged a particularly strong relationship with one, whom she brought along on last year’s trip to Yorkshire and Wales.  He forced his way into photographs at various stops along the way, and a slideshow of these now plays whenever her laptop sits idle for too long.

A "Last of the Summer Daleks" moment outside Holmfirth.

Prospecting for future mining operations at Aysgarth Falls,
in preparation for "The Dalek Invasion of Earth." 

While I rest at our hotel near Thirsk, I am guarded by
"All Daleks Great and Small."

Another "All Daleks Great and Small" moment,
this time up above Askrigg.

"The Dalek Who Went Up a Hill,
But Came Down a Mountain."

Late last year, my wife mailed a Dalek to a friend of ours in New York, who is also a fan of Doctor Who.  He was surprised and delighted by her gift, but apparently not as much as his daughter, who discovered the Dalek when she returned home during the Christmas break.  He told us that she’s “kidnapping” their Dalek, and taking it back to rule her dorm room in Colorado.  He wrote, “I think she will be using the Dalek to intimidate the other residents.”  That’s the problem with Daleks.  Give them an invitation into your little world, and they’ll end up ruling it.

You never can tell where an act of kindness will end up taking a person.  Or, for that matter, a Dalek.

Dragon Dave

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Monday, August 27, 2012

James Herriot’s Wonderful Waterfall


A view upstream along the middle falls area.


In his picture book, James Herriot’s Yorkshire, the real James Herriot (Alf Wight) describes one special hiking trip he took with his son:

“We had to take a look at the famous Aysgarth Falls…I had seen them countless times before, but they still drew me.

“The upper falls are the ones I like best; where I have taken my children since babyhood and where I have returned with fresh enchantment so many times over the years.

“The river here has infinitely varying moods.  It can be a torrent after much rain or snow but in very dry weather there might only be a trickle with children playing on the flat rocks in mid-stream.

“We turned at the end of the bridge and climbed a path to the river’s edge.  It is wonderful here.” 

Exuberant water.

Unlike the rest of his books, which focus primarily upon the people he knew and the animals he treated, this book concentrates on the places in Yorkshire that Harriot loved best.  Aysgarth Falls was clearly one of them.

While James Herriot lived in Thirsk, much closer to the North York Moors, “All Creatures Great and Small” was filmed in the Yorkshire Dales.  I don’t know if any of the TV shows were filmed here, but this was the type of scenery that had formed the overall look of the show.  I could imagine James and Helen crossing the river on her father’s farm that first day they met, when he arrived to set a calf’s broken leg.  Even though they had just met, they held hands to steady each other as they made their way across.  The scene makes clear that the two find pleasure in each other’s company.  Their conversation and mutual interest plant the seeds of their later romance.  

Unlike Herriot, I cannot simply walk over a bridge.

After the debacle at Ritz Cinema, their courting often consisted of taking walks together.  In one episode, they spent an afternoon walking beside a river.  So, while James and Helen were dating, perhaps they strode along the River Ure, and gazed upon Aysgarth Falls, on one of his rare days off. 

Especially not one with such a wonderful view of the upper falls.

As I wandered along the river and the trails on that hot, humid day, I tried to concentrate on the area’s scenic beauty.  Vibrant trees rose up beside the River Ure.  The clock tower of Aysgarth Church, notable for the largest C of E churchyard, rose higher yet in the distance.  Water flowed over rocks, tumbled over the small succession of falls, and ate into the stones of the streambed.  I would have enjoyed the unexpected warmth more had we packed shorts.  I could have appreciated its beauty more had I been in the proper mood to do so.  Still, despite everything that detracted from the experience, I could still agree with James Herriot. 

“It is wonderful here.”

Seeing Aysgarth Falls through James Herriot’s eyes,
Dragon Dave

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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Appreciating Aysgarth Falls


After missing out on visiting Leyburn, and having to crawl along behind a herd of cows for a mile or so, we stopped at Aysgarth Falls.  The name is a misnomer, as the River Ure performs a gentle series of tumbles rather than one spectacular fall.  It’s a spot of scenic beauty in the Yorkshire Dales National Park, and on the day we visited, the parking lot was nearly full.  As we walked along the trails, visiting each section of the falls, we constantly met up with others enjoying their day outside, exploring such a beautiful place.  I just wish that my heart had been more into really visiting the place, for then I could have enjoyed our time there more.

This isn’t a complaint, just the reality of travel.  At home, I can decide when to visit a given place, based on such factors as the weather, my schedule, and whether or not I feel like visiting it on a particular day.  But on vacation, you’ve got a limited amount of time in that one area.  While we knew we’d probably return to England, the country has so many interesting places to visit.  We didn’t know when, or if, we’d return to the Dales.  Yet my heart wasn’t really into this stop.  As I mentioned previously, we hadn’t packed shorts, and the sudden warm weather had taken us by surprise.  The whole time I was there, I found myself looking forward to lunch, even though I’d had a big breakfast, and wasn’t particularly hungry.  Most of all, I yearned to continue on to Askrigg, which posed as the fictional Darrowby in the “All Creatures Great and Small” TV series.  Yet descriptions in guidebooks had drawn my wife there, and she had been so accommodating of my interests on this vacation.  So this was one stop on which I tagged along, my shirt and jeans clinging to my legs, and feeling lethargic in the unexpected heat.

When one has nice photographs to share, little description is necessary.  And you can see, it is a beautiful place.  So for now, I think I’ll get out of the way, and let each picture tell you its story.  More tomorrow. 

I traipse down to the lower falls.

The lower falls.
Gazing downriver from the middle portion of the falls.
Gazing upriver along the middle falls area.

Appreciating Aysgarth Falls,
Dragon Dave