The Dog needed a walk and we visited one of my favourite places – Otley Chevin.
The Chevin rears up from the little market town of Otley where at the top, you can view the most panoramic views up and down Wharfedale. On good days, you can see York Minster, some 30 miles away or peer into the Yorkshire Dales.
Yesterday’s early morning dumping of snow still remains up here.
A huge swathe of the Chevin is covered in woodland with sturdy paths criss crossing through the trees. Every now and again you come across old foundations of building that once stood and now long gone, all with their own little piece of history. It’s great for The Dog who spends a majority of her time chasing imaginary squirrels or sometimes, real ones. She’s not exactly a stealth dog and crashes through the undergrowth giving the squirrel ample time to scamper up the nearest tree and then blow raspberries back at her in triumph.
A glorious sunny day and relatively warm, the views are pretty good today. Dotted around are information boards which tell you a little bit about the Chevin. Here we’re looking over towards Harrogate.
The view looking west with Otley nestling in the valley beside the River Wharfedale. To the left of the photo is Ilkley Moor (of “On Ilkla Moor Baht ‘at” fame – the unofficial anthem of Yorkshire. Translated it means On Ilkley Moor without a hat). In the distance is Beamsley Beacon and beyond that, the town of Ilkley itself.
One of the information boards dotted around the Chevin. Here it describes the deer park and Keeper’s Cottage which no longer survives.
Around the Chevin are these signs, naming the different parts of the site. It also dates them too so you can admire the trees and go “wow, they’re 58 years old”. It’s saves you hauling in a chainsaw, cutting one down and counting its rings, which is rather convenient. They always remind me, for some strange reason, of the Winnie the Pooh stories and signs for the Hundred Acre Wood. Wouldn’t it that be great to have such a sign on the Chevin?
There’s a lot more about the Chevin, that I’ve hardly touched upon. Watch this space for more stories on my dog walking escapades on this lovely little area.