Ragged and dejected

What a pity to see thee for ages neglected,
An' stan' i' thy ruin sea ragg'd and dejected;
Thou who yance was wi' reverence sea girtly respected.

(Local dialect poet, Anthony Whitehead, 1896)


Shap Abbey on a pretty grim day.


I've just noticed that this time last year I captured a picture of our baby grandaughter with her older sister. It was a chance picture, but one of my very favourites.