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Harrogate, a pleasant spa town to the south-east of the Yorkshire Dales, famous for its tea shops (like Bettys), flower shows, Turkish baths, antique shops and gardens.
A very 'oldy worldy' place with a particular atmosphere.
Once a year in this huge green, the rows of trees explode in splendour, the cherry trees.
The first time we came across them... we were too late.
The next year... some trees had been chopped because of disease, leaving huge gaps...
The next year we forgot...
The next year it was a dreadful Spring with late frost, the blossoms hardly came out, a merciless storm threw them to the ground...
The next year we kept hearing on the news that although the money had been raised and the young trees planted to restore this visual feast, some vandals came and cracked the saplings...
This year, WE MADE IT!!!
The sky had been a milky soft box the whole day, but I sensed a glimmer of 'more', as everyone went home, the 'sun' came out gently for a while.
It was wonderful, the tender full blossoms ever so gently swaying in the warm evening light.

Have a glorious day and thanx, M, (*_*)

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