Category: Ingleby Moor
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Like mother, like daughter
This morning on Ingleby Bank, under a welcome autumnal sun, I was watched with deep suspicion by a yow and her gimmer lamb. Moorland sheep, we are told, have been fixtures of the North York Moors for centuries, as essential to the scenery as wind and drizzle. With their woolly coats that protect them from…
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Turkey Nab: Echoes of Ancient Roads and Swift Justice
I parked at Bank Foot, below Turkey Nab, a name thought to come from the local term for grouse: wild turkeys. More plausibly, it originates from Thurkilsti, the name of the ancient droversâ road running from Ingleby Greenhow to Kirbymoorside, mentioned in Walter Especâs grant of land to Rievaulx Abbey in 1145. From Bank Foot,…
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Ah, the joys of heather burning season
It’s the delightful season of heather burning, and I found myself on Hasty Bank, the perfect vantage point to witness the breathtaking spectacle of over a dozen smoke columns gracefully dancing across a vast 180° panorama of the North York Moors, stretching from Gisborough Moor to the majestic Black Hambleton. In the photo above, these…
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Woolly OlympicsâHigh Jumps and Clever Ewes
“The sheep is said to be naturally dull and stupid. Of all quadrupeds it is the most foolish: it will saunter away to lonely places with no object in view; oftentimes in stormy weather it will stray from shelter; if it be overtaken by a snowstorm, it will stand still unless the shepherd sets it…
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The Hand Stone of Ingleby Moor
On the desolate expanse of Ingleby Moor stands a weathered stone guidepost, rising tall beyond a metre. Its west face bears the inscription “TO INGLEBY AND STOXLEY,” while the east face proudly displays “TO GUISBORO,” and on the south face, the words “TO KIRBY AND HELMSLEY 1757” are inscribed. But what sets this landmark apart…
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âThe Three Sistersâ
âThe Three Sisters,â Ingleby-Greenhow by George Markham Tweddell Three tiny streamlets, on the barren moor, Were glittering âneath the bright rays of the sun: Pleasant it was to mark, whereâer they run Along the summit of the mountain hoar, How beautiful rich mosses markâd their way! These steams united, and went trickling on To add…
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Quiz time: what is a scud?
If you’d have asked me a week or so ago, I would have said a Scud was a Soviet Union designed ballistic missiles used in the Iraq war. I have since learnt that a scud is a glider, a low-level detached, irregular cloud, and an acronym that is too crude for me to repeat here,…
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Jenny Bradley stone
My mind was piqued by the following sentence in a 1906 article in the Whitby Gazette by that prolific writer on all North Yorkshire matters, John Fairfax-Blakeborough (1883-1976): A mile or so from the Nab is to be seen, by the side of the road, a stone which, to the traveller unversed in local legend,…
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Cheese Stones
A recent Facebook posting mentioned a “font” on the Cheese Stones on Ingleby Moor. I was intrigued. It’s been a few years since I visited this sandstone outcrop but I had never heard of a rock-font. A little prompting revealed the information was found “on the web”, but the only reference I could find was…
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The Beast of Ingleby Moor
Well, I think it looks like a beast, a cat or lion maybe. I woke up needing some inspiration for today’s outing. In 1484, Richard III was on the throne. The last of the Plantagenets, he who ended up under a carpark in Leicester. Whenever I think of Richard III, I think of a quip…