A very dull, overcast evening yet peaceful, not a sound to be heard. I took this photo looking back to Scarth Nick during the steep climb of Whorlton Moor. An old track leads down from a sandstone quarry now lost in the plantation of Clain Wood. A great notch in the Cleveland Hills, Scarth Nick has been used for generations as a route south onto the moors. In the 16th-century the tranquillity would have been broken by Scottish drovers forcing their herds of bellowing cattle over the col on their way south to the markets of cities and towns.
Out and about — on the North York Moors, or wherever I happen to be.
