“I won’t know for sure if Malhamdale is the finest place there is until I have died and seen heaven (assuming they let me at least have a glance) but until that day comes, it will certainly do.”
So says travel writer and former Malham resident Bill Bryson.
There are certainly places of equal beauty in the North of England, but it seems nit-picky to quote them here, and anyway the finest place is always the last place I visited, so Malhamdale it is. It’s a week since I last came in fact, a day when there was so much promise of spring. But since then it’s a been a week of rains, both actual and metaphorical, so I post this link to remind myself.
May it not be long before I return.
Goodnight all
The Rivendale Review 
Hey–I’ve got one of those little yellow thingies in my car, too!
Thanks for the ride. Ever since we got addicted to “The Last of the Summer Wine,” Pat has longed to visit Yorkshire.
Hi Lee,
Yes that yellow thingie’s a regular passenger. Both it and the car make me smile. Glad to have you along. The Yorkshire dales are a must. I too am very fond of Last of the Summer Wine – the humour is very gentle, innocent, incredibly funny and typically “Northern”.
Regards
Michael