My mother has told me tales of camping at Bolton Abbey (actually a priory) when she was a child, not something I think you can do anymore however it was the 50’s. She along with her brother, sister and cousin Elizabeth and parents used to drive with a packed car and setup the tents during the English summer. Swimming in the cool, clear river and campfires, sounds like it would have been an adventure.
This was until my grandad dove into the water and lost his shorts, probably something my mum would rather forget.
So during this trip we had to visit the ruins, no swimming involved!
We paid £8 to park (what!) and set off, only had an hour or so left of the park open so we made the most of it.
It’s so beautiful! How could anyone want to spoil this beautiful place? I shake my fist at you Henry the 8th!
Lush green hills, crisp clear rivers and stunning English countryside.
The ruins themself are spectacular! A map showed how huge it would have been, a church still exists now and you can attend services.
As I walked around I felt the sadness that the monks would have shared, everything that they believed in, their whole life’s work crushed by one man and his army.
I recommend packing a picnic on a warm spring/summer day and make a whole day of it. There are walks you can do in the area, with paths for all weather (however maybe a bit slippery in Winter). Take time to explore the area, abbey grounds and all that the ruins have to offer! I will be coming back for sure!