27 Jun 2012 A Day in the Dales

28th June 2012
Our wonderful summer weather has been pretty well none existent since our holiday in Scotland and I’ve not ventured out with the camera. So other than trying a few different techniques with some flower photography in the house I’ve not done an awful lot of photography recently. The shots which I do quite like were posted in the latest photographs at the time.

My friend Barry is up in Grassington for the week so I arranged to meet up with him yesterday with a view of trying some landscape photography. The weather in Warrington was fine when I set out and driving up there the weather was fine, a little overcast but definitely not raining. About 2 miles from Grassington the drizzle started by the time I met up with Barry it was downright miserable with the rain lashing down.

After a while it eased off and we thought we’d drive to Ribblehead and try to get some shots of the viaduct, as I’ve never seen it close up. Unfortunately the weather had other ideas!!

By the time we arrived it was drizzling nicely but we could see the viaduct probably about ¼ of a mile away. After donning our weather wear we wandered off in the direction of the viaduct.

Not quite in the blink of an eye but it didn’t take very long to reach the viaduct. Unfortunately however within a few minutes of reaching it, the cloud had descended and the visibility had reduced to about 130ft or about 3 arches.

A bit about the Viaduct

Ribblehead viaduct is 440 yards (400 m) long, and 104 feet (32 m) above the valley floor at its highest point. It is made up of twenty-four arches of 45 feet (14 m) span, with foundations 15 feet (4.6 m) deep. It was designed by the engineer John Sydney Crossley. The first stone was laid on 12 October 1870 and the last in 1874. One thousand Navvies were used to build the viaduct and 100 of them lost their lives during construction.

A fantastic example of Victorian building!

We made our way back to the car and met a few ghostly walkers as they appeared out of the mists and quickly passed back into it again. The atmosphere was quite eerie and made more so by the evocative and dinstictive bubbling call of the Curlews that we could here not too far away.

It was definitely disappointing not to see the viaduct in reasonable light and to be able to photograph it so I haven’t got anything to insert here.

Whether the weather be hot
Whether the weather be cold
I’ll wether the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether I like it or not.

A bit like life really.

After driving around in the mist for a while we eventually made our way to Aysgarth Falls.

Barry parked up on the main road and we walked down quite a steep road to the falls, being honest I was thinking more about how I was going to get back up the hill more than the view of the falls still to come.

The road passes over the River Ure and there is a gate and a path on the left that takes you to a viewpoint, costs £1 per adult to enter the viewpoint. It’s a pretty good view of the top fall but doesn’t allow you to take a photograph of all the falls. Whether you can get down anywhere to take a photograph of all the falls I don’t know but it looked like the only place was from the bridge over the river. With my fall at the waterfall on the Isle of Mull still fresh in my mind I wasn’t attempting to find out if there were any other routes to a better viewpoint at water level.

Aysgarth Falls

I took some photos using an ND filter to lengthen the shutter speed to give the water that milky effect that seems so popular at the moment. I also tried some shots at varying exposures to attempt producing an HDR photo.

None HDR


Having compared the HDR photograph against one that hasn’t had the HDR treatment I think there is a difference but which one is better I wouldn’t like to say. Its down to individual taste I suppose but I think I prefer the HDR.

Having read up on Aysgarth Falls it appears there is an Upper, Middle and Lower Falls. I’m assuming we were at the Upper Falls but exactly where the other ones are and how to reach them I don’t know.

After that I reluctantly made my way back to the hill not looking forward to the steepness of the ascent. It wasn’t really Everest, and I made it to the top puffing quite a lot and very red in the face.

We then made our way back to Grassington, a pint and well earned bar meal. After that I bid my farewells and made my weary way home.

I’d had an excellent day with my old friend Barry whose knowledge about almost everything appears to be unlimited. The weather had conspired against us but what the heck, when your in such good company.



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