Category: North York Moors

  • The Forgotten Incline of Ingleby Moor

    The Forgotten Incline of Ingleby Moor

    I had heard the National Park was up to something on the old railway incline up Ingleby Moor, so I went to see what the fuss was about. This is not the famous incline that once carried ironstone from Rosedale. It is one that runs roughly 350 metres to the south, leading to the Ingleby…

  • The Terminal Moraine at Kildale: Elgee Revisited

    The Terminal Moraine at Kildale: Elgee Revisited

    An early morning climb up Park Nab before the day’s work began at the Kildale chapel archaeological dig (Out & About passim). I shall wait until later in the season to write properly about that—when we have found something to write about. Instead, as I looked out over the valley, I found myself returning to…

  • Of Brass Monkeys, May Blossoms and Other Perils

    Of Brass Monkeys, May Blossoms and Other Perils

    Growing up in Nottingham in the early 1960s, I shall never forget me mam barking “naer cast a clout till May is out” whenever I dared venture into the Spring air without full Arctic gear—duffle coat, string vest, probably a balacalva too. She assumed, and I dutifully followed, “May”meant the month, which made sense given…

  • A Boundary Stone on Great Ayton Moor

    A Boundary Stone on Great Ayton Moor

    The weather has finally turned, quite refreshing from the stifling heat we have suffered over the past week. I found myself traversing Great Ayton Moor again, a route so familiar I could walk it blindfolded, past the same early 19th-century boundary stone I have already photographed more times than sense would justify. The gamekeepers, in…

  • Teeth of the Lion: Nature’s Yellow Peril

    Teeth of the Lion: Nature’s Yellow Peril

    Raisdale is not known for its dandelions—Teeth of the Lion. But this is a splendid crop. Beloved by children for their time-telling attribute and wish-granting parachute seeds, as if horology and magic come naturally to plants. Its garish yellow flowers chase the sun like sycophants and offer pollinators an early-season breakfast. Every part of it…

  • When War Came to Teesside: The Night the Zeppelins Roared

    When War Came to Teesside: The Night the Zeppelins Roared

    On the night of 2nd May 1916, the New Moon cast an eerie darkness over the coastal towns and villages of the Yorkshire Coast. As the tranquil evening unfolded, an unsettling noise gradually erupted from the sky, until it echoed like the roar of an express train. Moments later, a series of random explosions were…

  • Yorkshire’s Pride: The Enduring Allure of Roseberry Topping

    Yorkshire’s Pride: The Enduring Allure of Roseberry Topping

    It has been some time since I inflicted a post about Roseberry Topping upon the world, the conical-shaped hill that looms over this northeastern corner of what is the historical county of Yorkshire, albeit a recycling of previous posts. Local pride being what it is, they have long called it “t’ highest hill i’ all…

  • A Boundary Stone of 1860 and a Chaloner Legacy

    A Boundary Stone of 1860 and a Chaloner Legacy

    A one-way walk to Guisborough—infinitely preferable than a circular route. Today’s image features Highcliff Nab, seen from just below Black Nab across the fields of Codhill Farm—or Highcliffe Farm, depending on whom you wish to offend. One must name both or risk mild social unrest. The boundary stone, engraved “T.C. G 1860,” of course refers…

  • Green Bank: Where the Ice Met its Match

    Green Bank: Where the Ice Met its Match

    Yesterday’s post about Hagg’s Gate set me off thinking, descending yet another rabbit hole: about the time the last glacier flowed down the Vale of York and slammed into the Cleveland Hills. About the time that ice sheet politely stopped at the hills’ feet. About the time these great north and west escarpments of the…

  • Hagg’s Gate, Clay Bank or Whatever it’s Called This Week

    Hagg’s Gate, Clay Bank or Whatever it’s Called This Week

    Another photograph from yesterday. I am standing on White Hill, the easternmost bump of the so-called Four Sisters of the Cleveland Hills and gazing across the col at Hagg’s Gate, or at least what used to be called Hagg’s Gate, towards Carr Ridge and the highest point of the North York Moors on Urra Moor.…