The Weekend Photo Challenge over at our site Weekly Prompts is Summer Daze. The challenge was chosen by GC, and he asks us to share pictures of our summer leisure time. This is my response to his challenge.
My summertime isn’t very different from the rest of the year, though essentially under a summer sun the photo opportunities are in abundance.
A couple of days ago with daughter Sophie, I drove across to Knaresborough to enjoy our last child-free day before the school holidays commence.
The little town of Knaresborough (silent K), just half an hour away from my home, sits atop of stone cliffs with pretty houses built into the hillside.
It’s a place we visit often; mostly we visit the small shops, wander around the street market and have lunch at one of cafes on the banks of the River Nidd.
The last time we were here, just a few weeks ago, we visited the ruins of Knaresborough castle and enjoyed a grown-up picnic in the castle grounds.
This time, however, in our quest for a magical experience, we spent a most pleasant few hours at the other side of the river enjoying the beautiful and enchanted woodland of the Royal Forest of Knaresborough, known locally as Mother Shipton’s Park. The climax of our visit was the oldest visitor attraction in England, the petrifying waters of the Enchanted Well and Mother Shipton’s Cave.
Mother Shipton could foresee the future and many of her prophesies have come true. Before moving on Read some of her Story Here
From the moment we set foot upon the wooded river bank, the peaceful atmosphere induced a sense of wellbeing, and in this fairytale setting, listening to the sound of the weir, with cameras at the ready and cares and woes lifted we set off for our woodland walk.
With the morning sun shining through the canopy of the woodland (some trees 400 years old), we came across faces in the trunks of trees and a weather-worn angel looking out on those who passed her by. We climbed the steps toward the top of the rocky crag and looked down upon the meandering River Nidd flowing in the valley below.
Finally, we made our way down the tree-lined path toward the petrifying well and Mother Shipton’s cave. The water here even in drought conditions continues to flow non-stop into the well pool and turns anything left here into stone.
Climbing a few steps we made our way into the cave where during a stormy night in 1488, Mother Shipton, real name Ursula Sontheil, was born. Just metres away, in another smaller cave, we found the wishing well. Folklore determines you must dip your right hand into the water and make a wish, allow your hand to dry naturally and your wish will come true!
It’s a few years since I was last at Mother Shipton’s, but our visit this time was different, and we both described our morning here as one of our best. Throughout the visit we felt enchanted, at ease with the world and with a strong sense of peaceful happiness.
A footpath from the cave leads to the Mother Shipton Inn a 15th-century pub nestling next to the bridge over the river, and it’s here where our morning concluded with lunch in the sunshine in the pretty beer garden at the side of the river.
(c) SueW-nansfarm.net 2018 – In response to the photo challenge Summer Daze from Weekly Prompts http://weeklyprompts.com/2018/07/21/photo-challenge-summer-daze – and Fandango’s one word prompt Essentially.