Country Diary: Handsome plant flourishes along river banks
Driving down Memory Lane, Michael reminisced his childhood days, brought up in lonely country villages south-west of Malton. Claxton, Bossall, Harton, and Barton-le-Willows, all held special memories, so interesting to recall. How scenes had changed! Some almost beyond recognition, yet so pretty and unspoilt. Some cottages and a pond had vanished; hedges and trees were much taller, a school was now a lovely private dwelling, and attractive bungalows had been built. Yet, by contrast, on the outskirts of Barton-le-Willows was a gypsy encampment. Along the grassed verge about half a dozen ponies grazed, and a couple of dogs sniffed around for food. Women were busy cooking over an open fire, enjoying the simple life.