Out & About …

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

Tag: 19th-century

  • St Maelrubha’s Churches, Eynort

    St Maelrubha’s Churches, Eynort

    Seal watching at Loch Eynort, but unfortunately, I didn’t have my telephoto lens with me. As a result, the seals’ heads appeared as mere dots amidst the vast expanse of water. However, further up the loch, nestled in a delightful wooded spot, stand the remains of two churches. The smaller one, likely older in age,…

  • Fiskavaig

    Fiskavaig

    Another day spent leisurely pootling the tranquil narrow lanes of the Minginish Peninsula. This is Fiskavaig, a scattered community that comprises a mix of renovated houses, contemporary Scandinavian-style new builds, and the occasional working croft. In the near distance is Ardtreck, featuring its captivating galleried dùn. In fact, if you examine that photograph closely, on…

  • The “Viking Canal” at Rubh’ An Dunain

    The “Viking Canal” at Rubh’ An Dunain

    After yesterday’s lapsus calami when I misidentified a whole mountain ridge (see Mark’s comment), I thought I had better be extra attentive. The Rubh’ An Dunain is a remote headland located approximately 6km south of Glen Brittle. It is renowned for its notable feature, the “Viking Canal,” which connects Loch na h-Aide with the Soay…

  • Sir Joseph Whitwell Pease’s Thoroughbred Hunters and Bousdale Farm

    Sir Joseph Whitwell Pease’s Thoroughbred Hunters and Bousdale Farm

    Bousdale Farm, perched on the plateau of Bousdale Hill, provides a splendid panoramic view of Guisborough and, in the distance, the North Sea. Although the farm was likely constructed in the early 1880s, it does not appear on the 1881 census. Apparently, the buildings were initially erected to accommodate Sir Joseph Whitwell Pease’s prized thoroughbred…

  • The farce is over …

    The farce is over …

    The farce is over — the “idle and useless pageant” has gone by — the doll has been dressed, dizened, and exhibited — a host of gawping idlers have been gratified with a spectacle, while the madness of the moment has been improved by the political beasts of prey to the strengthening of their fangs…

  • The forgotten High Dam at Cod Beck

    The forgotten High Dam at Cod Beck

    In August 2021, in the aftermath of the Covid rules, I went on a guided walk led by a local historian to explore the history of Scarth Wood Moor. During the walk, the historian mentioned that the High Dam at Cod Beck had burst in 1857. According to my notes, a local farmer noticed the…

  • W.T. Stead and the birth of tabloid journalism

    W.T. Stead and the birth of tabloid journalism

    On this day, April 10th, 1912, the luxurious liner Titanic embarked on its maiden voyage from Berth 44 at the White Star Line dock in Southampton, with the destination of New York. A total of 920 passengers were on board, comprising 179 First-Class, 247 Second-Class, and 494 Third-Class passengers. Among the First-Class passengers was William…

  • Nan Hardwicke — Witch or Hare? The Folklore of Cleveland

    Nan Hardwicke — Witch or Hare? The Folklore of Cleveland

    There are very few Cleveland villages which, at one time or another, one of the inhabitants had not been stigmatised as a witch. More often than not, it was some lonely old woman, past her childbearing age, probably widowed but more than likely without any degree of patriarchal protection. The most celebrated of these witches…

  • Butts and bullets: A bimble up Butt Lane

    Butts and bullets: A bimble up Butt Lane

    Walking up Butt Lane (right of centre in the photo), I couldn’t help but notice the “tree-mendous” (sorry) amount of felling that’s taken place in Guisborough Woods in recent years. And, lo and behold, I saw an obvious path leading upwards. I had never seen it before, which turned out to be the work of…

  • Cock Howe and beyond — A bimble down Arnsgill

    Cock Howe and beyond — A bimble down Arnsgill

    A day spent manning the last checkpoint on Cock Howe on the Bilsdale Fell Race. A long day, but I managed to have a bimble down Arnsgill beforehand. At the top of Arnsgill stands Head House, a remote farmhouse that dates from the late eighteenth century and heightened in the first half of the nineteenth…