Author: Fhithich

  • Floods, Mills and a Sunday Flush

    Floods, Mills and a Sunday Flush

    A flood warning late last night prompted me to wander down the village this morning and along the river. The so-called ā€œwaterfallā€ was in full spate, though hardly dramatic enough to warrant excitement. It is not a waterfall at all, of course, but a weir built in 1840 thanks to local benefactor Thomas Richardson. Its…

  • Rudolph and the Power of the Fly Agaric

    Rudolph and the Power of the Fly Agaric

    Apparently Reindeer are known to seek out the Fly Agaric mushroom (Amanita muscaria), the red and white toadstool once used by Lapp shamans for its hallucinogenic effects. Midwinter rituals involved eating the fungus, falling into a deep sleep, and waking with unnaturally heightened strength and agility. The animals reacted in much the same way, fuelling…

  • Easterside: Where a German Bomber Crashed

    Easterside: Where a German Bomber Crashed

    Easterside Hill stands guard over Bilsdale, yet is all too often passed by without a second thought. Perhaps it is too familiar, or perhaps the eye is stolen by the graceful turns of the B1257. Its striking form is no accident. A crown of Oolitic Limestone sits upon Calcareous Grit, itself resting on Oxford Clay.…

  • A Schoolmaster’s Ruttling Death

    A Schoolmaster’s Ruttling Death

    A day repairing a fence near the old schoolhouse, now a community centre for the dale’s families. Yet its walls may once have echoed with the rod and the recitation, for Bransdale’s children endured the Victorian discipline of Robert Johnson, their schoolmaster. And in 1874, Johnson met an end so vile that the newspapers thundered…

  • When Castleton Fed a Queen

    When Castleton Fed a Queen

    From Castleton Rigg above Danby Dale, the eye follows the curve of the valley. To the right stands The Howe, and to the left, on the lower ridge lies Castleton, a village whose name carries the echo of a medieval stronghold. The castle itself rose on Castle Hill around 1089, and with it came cottages…

  • Tornado in Commondale

    Tornado in Commondale

    This locomotive racing up Commondale may look like a relic of steam’s golden age, but it is in fact a modern creation. It is the Tornado. Built not in the age of steam, but in 2008. A replica of the Peppercorn Class A1 Pacific, a type once common on Britain’s railways. All of the originals…

  • Goldrill Beck Set Free

    Goldrill Beck Set Free

    Mist and drizzle soften the view over upper Patterdale, where Brotherswater draws the eye and Goldrill Beck winds its way across the valley floor. Not long ago this river was forced into a rigid eighteenth-century channel, cut straight alongside the A592 at the edge of the wood beneath Hartsop above How. The result was a…

  • Mediobogdum: A Harsh Posting for Rome’s Auxiliaries

    Mediobogdum: A Harsh Posting for Rome’s Auxiliaries

    It was not my first visit to Mediobogdum, better known as Hardknott Roman Fort, but it was the first time the weather allowed me to see it properly. The forecast had promised worse, yet the skies shifted restlessly, throwing sudden light and shadow across the valley of the River Esk, a green quilt of fields…

  • Nab Gill: The Lost Industry of Eskdale

    Nab Gill: The Lost Industry of Eskdale

    Cross the little packhorse bridge by Eskdale Mill in Boot, glance left, and you will see stone ruins that have long been forgotten. The remains stand upon a loading platform, above the overgrown site of Boot railway station. These are the offices and works of Nab Gill Ironstone Mine, named after the great cleft high…

  • Stand-off in Eskdale

    Stand-off in Eskdale

    A stand-off on the path below Harter Fell. The lead yow stood her ground until I raised the camera, then broke into a dash that set the rest of the flock thundering up the fell. The Lakes is quintessential sheep country, and the sheep that defines it is the Herdwick. Wiry and stubborn, they seem…