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Having negotiated the road junction, I headed towards Harewood Bridge, which spans the River Wharfe. Just across the bridge is the boundary between West Yorkshire and North Yorkshire.
My route lay to the right of the river, and I headed through a narrow band of trees, across a small bridge, and into an area of farmland alongside the river.
The last time I came this way, the path was so overgrown that it was a struggle to walk, and I had even thought of taking a machete with me! I was pleased to see that it is currently in a well-maintained state.
Looking back, Harewood Castle could be seen, buried among the trees in the distance. There were plenty of red kites high up in the sky, and occasionally flying lower.
With the gentle river to the left of me, and fields to the right, I continued on my way. I was disappointed to miss a photo of a low-flying squadron of Canada geese as I was busy consulting something on the map.
In a small patch of woodland, I came across this pillar, which I think may be from one of the old railway lines in this area.
It was now very sunny, and I was enjoying the walk very much, having actually ended up near the finish of the walk I'd originally planned to do.
It was now time to leave the river though, and to begin the hike up the hill.
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My route lay to the right of the river, and I headed through a narrow band of trees, across a small bridge, and into an area of farmland alongside the river.



The last time I came this way, the path was so overgrown that it was a struggle to walk, and I had even thought of taking a machete with me! I was pleased to see that it is currently in a well-maintained state.


Looking back, Harewood Castle could be seen, buried among the trees in the distance. There were plenty of red kites high up in the sky, and occasionally flying lower.



With the gentle river to the left of me, and fields to the right, I continued on my way. I was disappointed to miss a photo of a low-flying squadron of Canada geese as I was busy consulting something on the map.


In a small patch of woodland, I came across this pillar, which I think may be from one of the old railway lines in this area.


It was now very sunny, and I was enjoying the walk very much, having actually ended up near the finish of the walk I'd originally planned to do.


It was now time to leave the river though, and to begin the hike up the hill.




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