Vesna Armstrong Photography

  Peering from some high window, at the gold of  November sunset and  feeling that if day has to  become night, this is a beautiful way. ~E.E. Cummings~ Etsy Shop

Hawes is a picturesque small market town in one of the most glorious Yorkshire Dales - Wensleydale. It is the home of the famous and delicious Wensleydale cheese. For me it has a personal meaning too as it lies in the middle of what is a prime example of my favourite English countryside. I just love the rolling hills and valleys dissected with dry stone walls and dotted with ancient barns and charming farms. The images below are from my first ever visit to Hawes. It was a most beautiful morning in the town of Hawes. This is a typical scene of a Dales town with the hills visible behind the houses in the distance. Can any place be more inviting than this? Well, certainly not for me! A lovely old stone bridge and houses in the centre of Hawes. I took this on the first day of my visit. It was a cloudy day but the diffused light was suited well for photography around the town. I was totally smitten by this post office. To me it looked like it could be a perfect setting for ...

Stone built barns as well as dry stone walls are prominent and most charming characteristics of Yorkshire Dales landscape, particularly Swaledale and Upper Wharfedale. Today most of them seem not to be in use, but in the past they served to house the cattle and store the hay from the surrounding fields over winter. I took these three photos around the small town of Hawes.

Last week G and I went to Hawes in Yorkshire Dales and spent a night there. We arrived at about noon, took a stroll around the picturesque town, had a pub lunch and then we checked into the hotel which was little more than a guest house really but very nice, my type of accommodation. We found that the room we booked was having some work done on it so the landlords kindly gave us an upgrade at no extra cost - a beautiful, airy and very clean deluxe room.  It was a rather grey but, luckily, dry day. The view from our window fascinated me with the stone outhouses, white towels on the washing line and above all the moody mist on the distant hills. When I woke up the next morning the view was completely different. It was a most glorious morning one could wish for with  blue cloudless skies and warm sunshine on now crystal clear hills. The washing had gone though, and although I loved looking at the beautiful weather and morning light I did not bother reaching for my camera again: I...