It's still summer - just, and we were in Yorkshire with the family for the August Bank Holiday. As often seems to be the case when it's an official holiday the weather was a bit 'glichy', one day fine, another day not. Above the outfall of the beck the plywood letters spelling out the dale were still in place, erected by the villagers when the tour de Yorkshire cycle race took place earlier in the year. They were placed to capture the attention of the cameramen as they swept up and down the dale in their helicopter. I doubt the letters will last the winter, the weather hereabouts can be cruel!
Looking down on the village where my parents lived.
Sharing a watery sky with Skywatch Friday.