My Yorkshire Dales by Diane Allen
When I was a child I was so lucky, although I was born in the city of Leeds, to return to my family home of Crummack, set high in the surrounding fells of Austwick, a small village in the Yorkshire Dales National Park.
When I was a child I was so lucky, although I was born in the city of Leeds, to return to my family home of Crummack, set high in the surrounding fells of Austwick, a small village in the Yorkshire Dales National Park.
Crummack had only been purchased by my family the year before I was born; it was a large rambling farmhouse with over 300 acres of land. It had originally been owned by the Farrer family from the neighbouring village of Clapham, Reginald Farrer being an explorer and botanist, renowned for his expeditions in Asia. It stood two and a quarter miles outside of Austwick up a remote farm track in its own dale. Crummackdale was beautiful, lined by the high scars of Moughton and dramatically surrounded by white limestone pavements. The pavement's clints and grykes were filled with hardy mountain flowers that, as a child, I loved to be able to find and name, and still do to this day. Austwick and Crummack are on the edge of the Yorkshire Dales, dales that i love and will always be a part of. Watch out for my family home to be centred in a forthcoming title...
Although I was raised at Austwick until I was eight, my family are from Dentdale originally. dentdale and the village of dent are on the Yorkshire/Cumbria border; until the boundary changes in 1974 they were part of the Yorkshire Dales. The fountain erected in the middle of Dent's cobbled streets is in honour of Adam Sedgwick, a geologist at Cambridge University and tutor of Charles Darwin – he is also a distant relation of mine. Dropping into Dentdale from the road at Newby Head and looking down at the beautiful dale gives me such a content feeling, I'm home again to the dale of my ancestors. Although I am amazed by the lovely architecture of London and other capital cities, they can't hold a candle to Dent Head viaduct and the broad valley of Cowgill leading down to Dent and Dentdale. The dale is littered with small farms making a patchwork of the valley as the stone walls divide the fields and moorland. Running down the middle is the River Dee with a bedrock of limestone, which deceives all by swallowing the river underground in hot summer months, disappearing into caverns, only to suddenly emerge on the outskirts of Dent town, as it is lovingly called by the locals.
Dent used to be famous for its knitters, every household in the valley had gatherings in their homes where people would sit and knit stockings, gloves and caps while discussing local politics and gossip. With wool being plentiful this was a welcome income to many a dales farmstead. in the 1881 census, my great-great grandmother is stated as a knitter of caps, which makes me smile because I can't knit a stitch, I've no patience!
A Sunday treat is to visit Swaledale and have lunch in the beautiful village of Reeth. This dale is dotted by names of raiding Vikings that sailed up the River Swale and made this dale their own. The adjoining dale of Arkengarthdale is a good example: 'garth' means plot of land in Yorkshire/Norse dialect, and this 'garth' belonged to Arken. At the crossroads of Swaledale and Arkengarthdale stands great Britain's highest pub, The Tan Hill, at 1,732 feet above sea level. Even on the wildest day it is usually full of visitors.
Swaledale is also the home of lead mining with countless worked out mines dotted along the fell sides, left by the Victorians.
These are just a few of the many dales in god's own country where my novels are set; all are beautiful and worth visiting.
The Miner's Wife
by Diane Allen
Nineteen-year-old Meg Oversby often dreams of a more exciting life than the dull existence she faces at her family’s farm deep in the Yorkshire Dales. Growing up, she’s always sensed her father’s disappointment at not having a son to help with the farm work.
So when Meg dances all night at the local market hall with Sam Alderson, a lead miner from Swaledale, a new light enters her life. Sam and his brother Jack show Meg a side to life she didn’t know existed. But when her parents find out, she’s forbidden from ever seeing them again.
Although where there is love, there is often a way. When Meg’s uncle offers her the chance of helping to run the small village shop, she leaps at the opportunity, seeing it as a way to escape the oppressive family farm and see more of her beloved Sam. But as love blossoms, a darker truth emerges and Meg realizes that Sam may not be the man she thought he was . . .