Whar­ram Percy

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WHAR­RAM Percy lies next to the track known as The Wolds Way. Once in East York­shire, it is now in the ad­min­is­tra­tive area of the North, but it is a very long time in­deed since any­one en­forced rules or reg­u­la­tions in this lit­tle ham­let.

For it is one of Bri­tain’s finest ex­am­ples of a de­serted me­dieval vil­lage, which lost all con­tact with hu­man in­hab­i­tants when the lo­cal land­lord told them that they were be­ing evicted in the early years of the 16th-cen­tury. His rea­son? He wanted ex­tra space to graze his sheep. One minute they were liv­ing a peace­ful ex­is­tence in one of the most beau­ti­ful folds of the York­shire hills, the next, they were pil­ing their worldly goods on carts, and mov­ing on.

To­day not much re­mains and it’s hard to be­lieve that this was once a com­mu­nity where chil­dren played, corn was milled, and where ev­ery­day life just went qui­etly on. Un­til some­one de­cided that sheep needed more space than men.

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