It may be blasphemous for a Lancastrian to say so, but I love the landscape of Yorkshire,  of bleak fells and pastoral valleys, of limestone and millstone grit, of viaducts and ruined abbeys. So, on the weekend that the Tour de France winds its way up hill and down Yorkshire dale, a portrait of the Yorkshire fells. The landscapes are mainly around Littondale and Malham, the sheep shearing is near Kettlewell, the viaduct is Ribbleshead, on a sunny day and a foggy day, and the ruins are of Fountains Abbey.