The latter, designed in the 18th century by one-time Chancellor of the Exchequer, John Aislabie and his son, William, are dotted with follies, temples and contemplative statues exquisitely placed to frame or balance the geometrically perfect water features.
Back in Ripon, the market was abuzz, a no-nonsense affair with stalls selling matronly underwear, cheeses that would make a Frenchman weep and a bakery where you need to be early for the Yorkshire brack (a moist tea loaf).
The market place is an odd if agreeable mix of buildings: Georgian, half-timbered Tudor, and where Appleton’s butchers (established 1867) rubs shoulders with Argos. At nine o’clock every evening, the “Hornblower”, in fancy frock coat, toots a horn to indicate the “watch is set” and the citizens are safe, a tradition that dates back centuries.
Just around the corner in Westgate, the Little Ripon Bookshop is actually large and thriving. “We stock the books people of Ripon want,” explained co-owner Simon Edwards. I noted large sections on Crime, Cookery and Countryside. “We’re an antidote to online shopping,” he continued. “We do a lot of chatting.”
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