Out & About …

… on the North York Moors, or wherever I happen to be.

Category: Roseberry Topping

  • The National Trustā€™s Never-Ending Battle

    The National Trustā€™s Never-Ending Battle

    The Lake District, known for its beautiful scenery, made the BBC news this morning, but not because of its peaceful views or poetic charm. Instead, the news was about the rubbish left by people pretending to be campers. The shores of Buttermere are now covered with abandoned camping gear like mattresses, clothing, and even an…

  • The Capricious Curse of St. Swithin

    The Capricious Curse of St. Swithin

    Meanwhile, St. Swithin has gallantly come to our aid. Well, here in Cleveland at least. His day has passed with the sort of indecision one expects from saints and weather alike: cloudy skies, some sun, but not even the faintest hint of rain. Are we now condemned to forty days of this? If it does…

  • Roseberry Topping: Repairing the Path, Rain or Shine

    Roseberry Topping: Repairing the Path, Rain or Shine

    A rather damp day prompted a brisk ascent up Roseberry, where I observed the ongoing path repairs. I was actually quite surprised to see the contractors toiling in such inclement weather. A week after the helicopter delivered the rough stone blocks, the work has progressed commendably. The path, stretching 416 metres from the gate out…

  • The Battle Against Erosionā€”Conservation Efforts at Roseberry Topping

    The Battle Against Erosionā€”Conservation Efforts at Roseberry Topping

    With the ever-increasing influx of visitors, Roseberry Topping will inevitably suffer unless concerted efforts are made for its preservation. Before the National Trust assumed responsibility for the area, maintenance was minimal, as the land had been classified as agricultural. Under the Trustā€™s stewardship, conditions markedly improved. Paths on the lesser slopes were temporarily diverted to…

  • A Swathe of Purple: Bell Heather in Full Bloom

    A Swathe of Purple: Bell Heather in Full Bloom

    The North York Moors hold England’s largest stretch of upland heather moorland, renowned for their late summer display of heather. Come August, the moors will be briefly blanketed by the lilac hues of Ling, or Calluna vulgaris. Another heather, Erica cinerea or Bell heather, blooms in a richer purple from June to September, adorning the…

  • Making Hay While the Sun Shines

    Making Hay While the Sun Shines

    Aireyholme Farm has been hard at work hay making. The creation of dry hay is an elaborate process, involving a sequence of operations each requiring specialised machinery. These stages are: mowing, tedding, raking, and baling. The procedure begins with cutting the grass, which is then left in the field for several days, depending on the…

  • The PMā€™s Gaffe ā€” Reflections on a Wet Morning Walk

    The PMā€™s Gaffe ā€” Reflections on a Wet Morning Walk

    The morning walk began with a dreary wetness, and soon I found myself struggling through an encroaching jungle of bracken. I also began musing on the nature of television in my youth; this is in light of our esteemed Prime Ministerā€™s blunder last week. I recalled a friend’s parents acquiring a colour television set. The…

  • Rescue at Roseberry: The 1929 Shale Slide

    Rescue at Roseberry: The 1929 Shale Slide

    Back in sunny Cleveland, and I am in search of a new morsel of information to accompany a familiar sight. On this day in 1929, Ralph Elliott, a miner from Great Ayton, had a narrow escape. Working with several others at the ā€œRoseberry mine bank bottomā€, he ascended a spoil tip to release shale. Suddenly,…

  • A Little Bit of Bread and no Cheese

    A Little Bit of Bread and no Cheese

    The song of the yellowhammer resonates with a quaint charm, often likened to ‘a little bit of bread and no cheese,’ a delightful call immortalised by Enid Blyton in her tales and verses. Males serenade the countryside with their melodies during spring and summer, adorning our open spaces. Resembling a canary in appearance, the males…

  • The merry month of May

    The merry month of May

    Bluebell season has undoubtedly arrived, yet the spectacle seems somewhat diminished compared to previous years. Perhaps it’s premature to judge. If May proves to be as chilly as April, the following proverb may come to mind, though its exact significance eludes me. A cold May and a windy, Makes a barn full and a findy.