Sunday, July 2, Larry, Ryan, and I went to Bolton Abbey. It's a relaxing place, less than 15 miles from our house.
View from the pasture
Once through the "hole in the wall," there was a long decline of stairs leading into a valley. There were sheep and cows roaming about, no fences or anything. You could walk right up to them. (The ground was a veritable mine field of cow pies.) In the distance is the Bolton Abbey and ruins (part of it is a functioning church, and part of it is in ruins).