Farndale - Daffodil Valley

Farndale - Daffodil Valley Thank you for all your support both new members and loyal fans There are facilities and often a pop up tea room at The Band Room in Low Mill.

The pages aim is to provide its fellow fans updates more so in the daffodil season to assist in planning your visit, however the page is unable to predict the bloom as each year differs. This group is run by volunteers as a fan based page to help fellow fans in visiting the dale not just in daffodil season but all year. Farndale is internationally famed for its show of wild daffodils which normall

y bloom every Spring. It is believed the wild daffodils were first brought to Farndale by some medieval monks from Rievaulx. The Daffodil walk runs along side the River Dove, with start points in Low Mill and Church Houses where seasonal overflow car parks are available. In Church Houses you will be spoiled for choice with The Daffy Caffy and The Feversham Arms offering food, refreshments and facilities. Thank you for all your support both new members and loyal fans. Farndale is a beautiful valley in the North York Moors National Park. Running northwards from Lowna on the Hutton le Hole to Gillamoor road the dale is bounded Blakey Ridge to the east and Rudland Rigg to the west. The old Rosedale Ironstone Railway snakes around the northern end of the dale. There are two small settlements at Low Mill and Church Houses with other properties being dotted all around the dale. The River Dove runs from North to South through the dale continuing into Douthwaite Dale south of Lowna. In spring (late March/April) the Farndale daffodils are a world famous tourist attraction when are a golden carpet of wild daffodils alongside the River Dove. Agriculture is the mainstay of the Dale mostly sheep and cattle. Young lambs appear in the fields from April onwards. The scenery is stunning and can be seen from the many footpaths in and around the dale. Wainwrights Coast to Coast Walk and the Lyke Wake Walk both pass to the north of the dale on the old Rosedale Ironstone Railway but to appreciate its full beauty a trip into the dale is essential. Farndale Show is held Every August Bank Holiday Monday. It retains the charm of a traditional small agricultural show alongside local skills, craft produce and a selection of side shows and stalls. It has not stood still with new classes being added every year most recently a new art section. It is truly a great day out for the whole family. You can find our disclaimer in the Notes section.

If you’re heading into Farndale this week, there’s plenty to enjoy beyond the walks and daffodils Make sure you call in ...
05/04/2026

If you’re heading into Farndale this week, there’s plenty to enjoy beyond the walks and daffodils

Make sure you call in at the Feversham Arms Inn
Whether it’s a well-earned pint, a proper hearty meal, a game of pool or darts, or just relaxing in one of the best beer gardens in North Yorkshire, it’s a spot you don’t want to miss.

Opening Hours:

Sunday
12 – 7 pm

Monday (Easter Monday)
12 – 2:30 pm (hours may vary)

Tuesday – Friday
12 – 2:30 pm
6 – 11 pm

Saturday
12 – 3 pm
6 – 11 pm

And if it’s more your thing, don’t forget to drop by the The Daffy Cafe. Perfect for a slower pace — think proper cups of tea, cakes, and a warm welcome after a wander through the valley.

Opening Hours:

Sunday
9 am – 5 pm

Monday (Easter Monday)
9 am – 5 pm (hours may vary)

Tuesday – Saturday
9 am – 5 pm

Farndale Store
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And not forgetting the newest arrival in Farndale, The Farndale Store, for light refreshments, gifts and souvenirs.

Between the pub, the café, the store and those golden daffodils, you’ve got everything you need for a proper Farndale day out.

Spring’s well and truly arrived in Farndale, and it’s shaping up to be a cracking week up at the Bandroom and around the...
05/04/2026

Spring’s well and truly arrived in Farndale, and it’s shaping up to be a cracking week up at the Bandroom and around the dale.

We’ve got plenty going on if you fancy getting out, catching up with folk, and tucking into a bit of homemade goodness:

Monday (Easter Monday)
The Women’s Institute are serving up their lovely teas and cakes at the Bandroom – always a proper treat and a nice way to ease into the week.

Thursday & Friday (11am – 3.30pm)
Table Top Sale at the Bandroom
Pop in for a browse, grab a bargain, and of course enjoy teas and cakes while you’re there.

Saturday
Village Hall, Church Houses
Books & Craft Sale, plus a tombola, teas and cakes – all in aid of Marie Curie. A great cause and a good excuse for a mooch and a cuppa.

Sunday
Daffy Teas at the Bandroom
The daffs will be putting on their show across the valley, and there’s no better way to round off the week than with tea, cake, and the walk...

Whether you’re local or just passing through, there’s a warm welcome waiting.

Come for the daffodils, stay for the cake.

Farndale, captured in a cardFor everyone who's walked the river path and felt that rush of yellow, these cards are for y...
05/04/2026

Farndale, captured in a card

For everyone who's walked the river path and felt that rush of yellow, these cards are for you.

Each one is an original illustration or mixed media design, created from the heart of the daffodil valley. Not a photograph. Not a print-off. A proper piece of art you can send to someone who loves Farndale as much as you do.

✉️ Single card — £3.95
✉️ Pack of 3 — £10.00
✉️ Pack of 6 — £18.00

Blank inside. Envelope included. Posted direct to your door.
• POSTAGE INCLUDED •

💛 To order: Drop a comment below or send us a DM with how many you'd like and we'll sort the rest.

Tag someone who loves Farndale or Daffodils 💛

(Cards are printed to order — please allow 3–5 days for delivery)


The World Famous Daffy Teas in The Bandroom at Low Mill - grab a refreshing drink and a well earned piece of cake. A Fat...
05/04/2026

The World Famous Daffy Teas in The Bandroom at Low Mill - grab a refreshing drink and a well earned piece of cake. A Fatless Sponge is being whipped up right now!

Part 3The sun was racing me to Church Houses.With every mile I took, it edged closer to the top of the moor, ready to di...
04/04/2026

Part 3
The sun was racing me to Church Houses.

With every mile I took, it edged closer to the top of the moor, ready to dip below and take the light with it. I could feel the urgency now, not just for the photos, but for the warmth too. That golden spring softness was on borrowed time, about to be snatched back by the lingering chill of winter.

But… just in time.

I made it.

This wasn’t just anywhere, either.

Tucked away just beyond Church Houses is a spot not open to the public, one of those places you don’t stumble across unless you know the land, and more importantly, the people who look after it. Being a Farndale resident has its quiet privileges, and with the farmer’s kind permission, I was able to step into his fields… carefully, respectfully.

It’s not something taken lightly.

Every step was deliberate. Boots placed with care. Not a single daffodil disturbed. You don’t walk through a place like this, you move with it, mindful that you’re a guest in something both fragile and fleeting.

And standing there, in that untouched stretch of valley, it felt even more special. Like I’d been let in on a secret.

The last rays of sunlight were pouring across the valley, hitting the daffodils like a theatre spotlight. Long shadows stretched out from the trees, but the flowers, still glowing, were bathed in that rich, golden magic hour light.

The dash had been worth it.

If I’d stopped in my tracks in awe at Lowna, this was something else entirely. Bigger. Deeper. Special.

The scale of it didn’t feel real.

In every direction I pointed my camera, nothing but daffodils. A million, maybe more, rolling out toward the horizon in waves of gold. No edges. No end. Just that endless yellow, glowing under the last breath of sun.

For a moment, I forgot about the cold. Forgot about time.

I just stood there… taking it in. Again.

Then instinct kicked back in.

Giddy, slightly frantic, I started shooting, frame after frame, trying to capture something that didn’t quite want to be captured. Knowing full well the window was closing with every passing second.

And then, just like that… it was gone.

The light dropped. The warmth faded. And the cold wind crept back in, sharp enough to remind me the day was done.

Time to head home.

Boots muddy, fingers numb… already thinking about a hot chocolate and the quiet satisfaction of having caught something special. If only for a moment.

HAPPY EASTER


Lowna Walk Part 2A quick glance behind me… then onward.The late afternoon sun was beginning to soften, fading gently int...
04/04/2026

Lowna Walk Part 2
A quick glance behind me… then onward.

The late afternoon sun was beginning to soften, fading gently into a spring haze. That golden edge to the day starting to slip, quietly reminding me it was time to keep moving.

I followed the path deeper into the ocean of yellow.

Woodpeckers tapped out a familiar rhythm somewhere in the trees, a steady percussion to the walk as I strode on. Everywhere I looked, yellow. Across the river, up toward the woods above, stretching out beyond sight. It wasn’t just a patch anymore… it was everything.

Eventually, it was time to cross the River Dove.

Up past the fields I climbed, leaving the land of yellow for a while, heading for the higher path above, the one that winds past those picture perfect cottages that belong more to another time than this one. Turning back, I caught the faint outline of distant trees, textures and shapes, softened by the low sun, and beyond them the sweeping view of the lower end of Farndale.

Then back into the woods again, this time higher up on the opposite side.

The path wound through the trees, twisting and dipping, the ground still damp in places. I moved carefully over the muddier stretches, the smell of spring rising from the earth, rich and alive. Birds called out from all directions, unseen but ever-present, filling the space between each footstep.

Eventually, the trees began to thin, and I found myself back by the camping barn bridge, stepping out once more into the open field.

And there, as if waiting for me, stood a pheasant.

Basking in the last of the sunlight, nestled among the daffodils. Completely oblivious to me. No panic, no hurry, just going about its business like I wasn’t even there. A small, perfect moment of stillness.

“One last stop,” I thought.

With the light fading fast, I picked up the pace, heading back toward Church Houses, chasing that final stretch of sun. There’s a spot there… a quiet one. Not marked, not obvious. Not accessible to the public. The kind of place you only find if you know the right farmer to ask. A treat I will share with you...

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

That’s for part 3.


Lowna Walk Part 1I parked up at Lowna, pulling on my sturdy walking boots as the sun warmed the valley, surprisingly war...
04/04/2026

Lowna Walk Part 1
I parked up at Lowna, pulling on my sturdy walking boots as the sun warmed the valley, surprisingly warm for the 2nd of April. It felt like one of those rare spring days where everything quietly agrees to show off.

Birds were already in full voice, echoing through the trees, and lambs bounced about in the fields like they’d just discovered legs that morning. I made my way past the blossom tree, its petals white as virgin snow, and headed down toward the river, crossing over with that familiar sense of stepping into something timeless.

This time, I took the right-hand path.

The river ran alongside me, the surface catching the sunlight, sparkling like a million diamonds. Across on the far side, a wide stretch of golden daffodils spread out like nature had rolled out a carpet just for the occasion.

I wandered out into the open field, where clusters of daffs climbed gently up the hillside, guiding the way forward. Through the gate by the camping barn and onward uphill, small patches of yellow continued to appear, like quiet signposts nudging me along.

Then came the woods.

For a while, it was just bracken and bare branches, the trees still shaking off winter. But look closer, and spring was there, tiny buds forming, life returning in slow, steady whispers. I felt them gently brush my bare arms as though they were caressing me along.

And then, as the path turned…

There it was.

At first just a glimpse, yellow through the trees. Then more. And more still.

Until suddenly I stepped out into it.

A vast glade of daffodils, stretching in every direction. Too many to count. A sea of gold, glowing in the sunlight, gently moving with the breeze. Everywhere I looked, nothing but that rich, vibrant yellow, like the land itself was celebrating.

You don’t just see it. You feel it.

And for a moment, I just stood there… taking it all in.


Farndale Daffodil TeasSat 28th MarchThe Bandroom
26/03/2026

Farndale Daffodil Teas

Sat 28th March
The Bandroom

There are some Sundays that just land right. Yesterday was one of them.It started simply enough; a slice of fatless spon...
23/03/2026

There are some Sundays that just land right. Yesterday was one of them.

It started simply enough; a slice of fatless sponge, a proper cup of tea, and the hum of conversation at Daffy Teas in the Bandroom at Low Mill. The kind of start that sets the tone without trying too hard.

From there, we set off. Me, my son, his girlfriend, and Belle, who was already straining at the lead like she knew exactly what was coming. The path follows the River Dove, and you notice it straight away, birdsong bouncing off the banks, filling the air in a way that feels almost amplified. Not loud, just alive.

And then the daffodils.

They don’t ease you in. They arrive all at once. Great swathes of them, bright, unapologetic, like explosions of sunlight scattered across the landscape. You can see why people come from all over for it. Every age, every pace; families, couples, seasoned walkers, slow wanderers; all pulled along the same three-mile round trip stretch between Low Mill and Church Houses.

There’s a smell too. Wild garlic, sharp and unmistakable, cutting through the damp earth and fresh air. It’s one of those details that stays with you more than you expect.

We took it steady. No rush. That’s the point of it.

By the time we reached Church Houses, we’d earned a stop. A pint at the Feversham Arms, a portion of chips, and that quiet satisfaction that only comes from being outside for a few hours without looking at your phone every five minutes.

I’ll admit it ...we didn’t walk back. We grabbed a lift to Low Mill. No regrets.

Said our goodbyes, then home again, rounding it all off with a roast chicken and the kind of tiredness that feels deserved.

Nothing dramatic. Nothing complicated. Just a splendid Sunday afternoon, done properly.

The World Famous Daffy Teas in The Bandroom at Low Mill - grab a refreshing drink and a well earned piece of cake.
22/03/2026

The World Famous Daffy Teas in The Bandroom at Low Mill - grab a refreshing drink and a well earned piece of cake.

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