And riding hills are eastful born
Through veils, evaporating dreams
In hazy minds, set free it seems
As though to paint the night’s lament
Are streaming clouds in hue’s ascent
Yet with the glory of the fire
Even they should soon expire
Then comes a splendid cerulean sky
All questions disappear, but why
No reason for this daytime moon
So now to wait, recycled soon
Transition twixt the dark to dark
In such fall’s wonderment embark
©2009 Hey Hey
The East Riding originated in antiquity. Unlike most counties in Great Britain, which were divided anciently into hundreds, Yorkshire was divided first into three ridings and then into numerous wapentakes within each riding.
The landscape consists of a crescent of low chalk hills surrounded by the low lying fertile plains of Holderness and the Vale of York. The Humber Estuary and North Sea mark it's southern and eastern limits. There are few large settlements and no industrial centres. The area is administered from the ancient market and ecclesiastical town of Beverley. The economy has a largely agricultural basis and this along with tourism has contributed to the rural and seaside character of the main aspects of the Riding.
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