Category: tripsdale
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Tripsdale
Probably my most favourite place in the North York Moors. Lower Tripsdale is characterised by livestock farming, with clear boundaries between enclosed fields, farm settlements and moorlands, accentuated by contrasting colours. Upper Tripsdale is wild and secluded. But the secret little valley contains a wealth of history. The best way to get into Tripsdale is…
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Cable Stone Crag
I can’t believe it’s getting on for 4 years since I last visited Low Cable Stone, or Cable Stone Crag as I’ve titled this post, a name I picked up from a 19th-century account of a foxhunt in which “a bag fox” was released and “pulled down within twenty minutes”. Twenty minutes of cruelty but…
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The Badger Stones
A vernal fresh feel to the moors today with celestine skies. An overnight frost but the day is warming nicely. The Badger Stones are a collection of huge sandstone boulders in the upper catchment of Hodge Beck in Bransdale. A highly visible landmark surrounded by a sea of heather moorland. They must always have had…
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Tripsdale
In Bransdale on a dull, damp morning installing some rabbit fencing for the National Trust. Digging a trench to bury some chicken wire. That’ll stop the rabbits burrowing under. Up to my ankles in mud. The rabbits would need some serious snorkelling equipment. All not very photogenic so here’s a picture from yesterday. Tripsdale viewed…
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Low Cable Stone
Not the easiest of places to get to, hidden away overlooking Tripsdale Beck. No Public Right of Way passes close by. A gamekeeper’s track can be made use of but the final 400m is a heather bash over Collar Ridge. But it’s well worth the effort. Tom Scott Burns, the author of many books on…
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Tripsdale
Another fine morning but a day of indecision. Driving up Clay Bank and into Bilsdale I had no idea where I was heading. Chop Gate I suppose but the car park was ignored and in the end, I parked at Fangdale Beck and headed east up onto Coniser Howl, a huge large expanse of heather…
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Bridestones
A climb up to Nab Ridge between Bilsdale and Tripsdale. Ended up trying to wade though a thistled rough pasture whilst following a diverted path around the manicured lawns of Cam House. And the pet llamas took a dislike to the dog. I was aiming for the Bride Stones, a Bronze Age round barrow, long…
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Tripsdale – T’ Ship Steean
With the dog having had her walkies at the crack of dawn I took the opportunity to have a dogless run and not be restricted to using Public Rights of Way and having to keep her on her lead what with birds nesting and lambs about. So I found myself driving into the Chop Gate…