Whitefaced Woodland Sheep

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Sowerby Bridge, United Kingdom

whitefacedwoodland.co.uk
Livestock breeder

Whitefaced Woodland Sheep Reviews | Rating 5 out of 5 stars (5 reviews)

Whitefaced Woodland Sheep is located in Sowerby Bridge, United Kingdom on Stott Hall Farm, Rishworth, Ripponden. Whitefaced Woodland Sheep is rated 5 out of 5 in the category livestock breeder in United Kingdom.

Address

Stott Hall Farm, Rishworth, Ripponden

Phone

+44 7712232087

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Harry Chown

Location, Location, Location! What can I say. Located on a bleak moor top in the middle of one of England's busiest motorways. Fantastic, blissful sounds at night. A car spotter's dream.

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Arthur Murden

I always look out for this when travelling this way

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Mikey Hey

This Farm belonged to my Grandad Ken Wild Farmed this farm for more than 50 years, hes sadly passed away... But i spent every summer at this farm, and loved every moment! Some of my most fond memories are of this farm. :)

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The Mighty Kinkle

One of the most famous houses in the country

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Kwan Lung Chan

Like the A66 all those days ago, the M62, when we reach it, seems absurd, with uncountable vehicles travelling at insane speeds across an otherwise empty and unconquered moor. Away to the east lies Scott Hall Farm; urban myth says that the farmer refused to budge when the motorway was being built, but revised opinion suggests that the carriageways had to divide in any event, due to the lie of the land. Still a working farm decades later, it’s also the most famous central reservation in Britain, with cows passing through a subway en route to the milking shed each evening. I once met a man in Colne who sold a prize ram to the owner of Scott Hall Farm, a real beauty, apparently, with the perfect Roman nose, handsome face and exquisitely formed horns, and the ram was doing well up there at the side of the motorway until somebody pulled over one night and hacked off its head for a trophy. - Simon Armitage's Walking Home