Britain has some very impressive old railway viaducts, and I always marvel at the majesty of their architecture. There are several close to where I live, and I have often admired one of them, with its 31 arches straddling the Yorkshire countryside, from afar. A while back I decided to plan a walk to the Crimple Viaduct, as it turned out to be called, and discovered that there was another viaduct very close to it, but hidden away. I also discovered that this sleepy little valley, where barely anyone goes, with the tiny Crimple Beck running through it, gives its name to the ubiquitous 1960s fabric Crimplene. I have to confess that when I first read this, I thought it was a joke, but it turns out that the material was developed at an ICI fabrics plant, which once stood in the area.
Thinking that Earl might have been slipped into the odd Crimplene pocket in the past, I decided to take him with me to discover the Crimple Valley and its impressive viaducts.
We began the walk in the tiny North Yorkshire village of Pannal (
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pannal), and after walking through the village to the church and village stocks, where I took a picture of Earl (better to be on them than in them

), we began our walk along the banks of the tiny Crimple Beck.
As the river changed course, the Crimple Viaduct came into sight for the first time that day. Through one of the huge arches it was possible to see the incongruous site of a large ferris wheel in the far distance, which I realised was on the site of the Great Yorkshire Show due to commence this week.
As crows and red kites swirled and soared overhead, we passed a small orchard with a whole family of scarecrows!
We tramped across fields full of wary sheep, and along deserted country lanes, only occasionally seeing another soul. When we passed under the viaduct, soaring 110 feet above us, it was simply vast. The weather had improved from a changeable and slightly gloomy start, and it was now a glorious summer day.
We had to take a rather substantial detour because of a footpath closure, and headed through cool woodland, in which the path occasionally disappeared completely. We circled the valley, climbing through the woods, crossing the railway line, and eventually descending to the point where we could see the viaduct far back in the distance. Earl and I followed the course of the river, passing with it under the arches of the other huge viaduct, which is no longer used.
We continued to follow the Crimple through the woods, until eventually we were rewarded by the sight of a lovely old pub, built in the mid 17th century, which marked the end of the Crimple Valley, and the end of our walk.