Tag: Access Rights

  • The Conservation Walk That Has Vanished

    The Conservation Walk That Has Vanished

    It seems fitting to be posting this at the end of January 2026, a month that quietly marked a profound centenary. One hundred years ago, Section 193 of the Law of Property Act 1925 gave the public a legal right to access around a third of the common land in England and Wales. For the…

  • A Path Marked Clearly, Only it Points Left

    A Path Marked Clearly, Only it Points Left

    About twenty minutes today went on scrubbing the graffiti off the rock faces, as I posted yesterday. Fortunately, it was water-based. They are not perfect, their shadow still lingers if you squint. Still, it is a sight better than the mess that was there before. Progress, slow and steady, like pushing treacle uphill. On the…

  • A Quarter Century of the Right to Roam, More or Less

    A Quarter Century of the Right to Roam, More or Less

    Today brings a double milestone for those in England and Wales who find the open air rather more enticing than the sofa. It is twenty-five years since the Countryside and Rights of Way Act 2000 marched through Parliament and twenty years since its promised freedoms finally reached the boots of the public. Since then, the…

  • Freedom to Roam: Lessons from Sweden

    Freedom to Roam: Lessons from Sweden

    Back home on my own patch, though I still feel justified in milking our recent sojourn in Sweden for another post. In 1706 Kräkmyren was dammed to divert its water to the Falun Mine. Sweden was then at war with Russia, and Russian prisoners of war are said to have built the earthbank. Over the…

  • The Pike Stone: From Waste to Common Land

    The Pike Stone: From Waste to Common Land

    The Pike Stone marks the boundary between the common land of Westerdale and the “wasteland” of Baysdale Moor. At first glance there is little difference: both are heather moor, both are Open Access. Yet the distinction matters, and the Open Spaces Society is seeking to have Baysdale Moor registered as common land. Common land is…

  • Following the Green Dots: An Unclassified Road to Nowhere

    Following the Green Dots: An Unclassified Road to Nowhere

    Now that the summer’s undergrowth is finally abating, I thought it an opportune moment to exercise a rarely-trod right of way past Ayton Bank Farm. One likes to ensure that these landowners are periodically reminded of the existence of such rights, lest they grow complacent. According to the 1:25,000 O.S. Map, the route is marked…

  • The Forgotten Rebellion: Winter Hill’s Mass Trespass of 1896

    The Forgotten Rebellion: Winter Hill’s Mass Trespass of 1896

    Another delightfully dreich day on the North York Moors. In the murk, we stumbled upon two workers labouring away on the new footpath up Roseberry. The path, prepared to its subsoil, resembles some sort of glutinous purgatory, offering a walking experience only slightly less pleasurable than a swim in wet cement. The workers mentioned the…

  • 90 Metres of Progress: The Curious Case of a New Bridleway

    90 Metres of Progress: The Curious Case of a New Bridleway

    It is a curious thing, is it not, that the powers-that-be, in their infinite wisdom, believed they could neatly parcel up the English countryside like so many slices of cake, each path and bridleway served with a side of bureaucracy. Under the National Parks and Access to the Countryside Act of 1949, a grand endeavour…

  • <— To Highcliffe Nab <—

    It struck me as a bit peculiar that explicit directions to Highcliffe Nab were considered necessary. One might conclude that folks have frequently found themselves inadvertently ending up at the nearby farm. However, upon closer observation, the reason became apparent: the gate stands firmly padlocked. Despite its designation as a Public Footpath, no stile offers…

  • Patches of blue, reflections and a spanking new gate—Highcliff Gate this morning

    Patches of blue, reflections and a spanking new gate—Highcliff Gate this morning

    In her dotage, my dog exhibits a distinct lack of enthusiasm for upland walks. This now renders the crudely painted “DOGS ON LEADS” sign on the wooden rail of no matter to me. A threat for sure, yet not a command. A “PLEASE”, though, would have aided in conveying the message in a less intimidating…