From a Photo taken with a No. 5 Poco Camera by M. Heavisides. It is August Bank Holiday, and great numbers of visitors are flocking into “Barney� for the day. The morning is perfect. With pleasurable feelings the elder grace and myself mount our cycles for a run to Greta Bridge, four miles away. The road is high, and, as we wheel along, commands glorious views of the river scenery below. We drop down to Bow bridge, where, from under its arch, “Fair Thor’s murmuring child� quietly and peaceably joins mother Tees. A few yards further on, we enter the gateway and climb the grassy slope leading to Egglestone Abbey. In what remains of the nave are several tomb-slabs, with inscriptions in Latin, fairly legible. As one surveys the scene, the mind can, in imagination, fill in a great deal that in the flight of the ages has taken place. Moving to the North, the buildings, by their enormous fire-places and chimneys, seem to have been devoted to the daily life of the monks. It is said that the Abbey was founded by a Bishop of Durham, as far back as 1208.