Tag: history
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The Impossible Rescue—a Victorian Lifesaving Legend
A fine day today on the coast south of Robin Hood’s Bay, the sort that invites postcards and ice creams, albeit a little chilly. In January 1881 it was another matter. A storm was brewing, snow lay in eight-foot drifts on the high ground, and the village was all but cut off from the world.…
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Faith, Frugality, and Education: Ayton School in the 1840s
A dreich Sunday morning left the village unusually quiet—an ideal moment to post a piece that has been waiting patiently on the back burner for the right photo. Old buildings are silent witnesses to history. Their stones and timbers absorb human lives, ambitions, and compromises, even when those stories fade from memory. If we know…
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Shelter in Stone — Bee Boles in Glaisdale
It is eleven years since I last walked this stretch of Glaisdale, and it is a quiet pleasure to find the bee boles still standing, having endured the long attrition of moorland winters. Even the ungainly stock fencing has earned its keep, discouraging sheep from testing their climbing skills. Bee boles are recesses built into…
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Newton-under-Roseberry and the Long View to the Tees
From the slopes of Roseberry Topping the view opens out like a well-thumbed map. Below sits Newton-under-Roseberry, neat and patient in the cold. It is a clear winter’s day, the sort that looks honest but bites hard. The eye moves easily from the hush of the village, across the chequerboard fields of Morton Carr, and…
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Dredging Up Trouble on the Tees
The tanker Stolt Auk slips past a derelict wooden jetty at South Gare, heading for Rotterdam. The jetty is older than the Gare itself, built before 1888, and once served the North Riding (Fortress) Royal Engineers as part of the river’s coastal defences. It now stands abandoned, a relic of an industrial past that never…
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Grey Weather and Old Ways on Newton Moor
A crisp, delightful morning on Newton Moor, in spite of a forecast that promises trouble. A depression over the Baltic is dragging down sharp northerly winds. That slab of grey on the horizon looks close enough to touch, yet, if that is so, it will be hanging over Scandinavia. In the foreground runs a straight,…
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The Maid of Buttermere
Back home now, back on my own patch, yet the pull of the Lakes refuses to loosen its grip. I cannot leave without telling the tale of the Maid of Buttermere, a story that has clung to the valley like the morning mist on the fells. It is an eighteenth-century mix of beauty, trickery, and…
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Burtness Comb: A Watch Lost and a Frozen River
Burtness Comb hangs above Buttermere like a great green amphitheatre, tucked between High Stile and High Crag. I once picked my way down it during the Lake District Mountain Trial in 1978. Somewhere on that bracken-choked slope, there may still be an orange-faced Omega watch, a twenty-first birthday gift, quietly keeping time for no one.…
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The Slow Making of Buttermere and Crummock Water
That flat sweep of rich green pasture is not there by chance. It sits on the land bridge between Buttermere and Crummock Water, quietly doing the job of keeping the two lakes apart. It was built by a geological feature known as a fan-delta, courtesy of the steady graft of Mill Beck. Long before maps…
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Aitkin Knott and Keskadale
A sweeping, high-angle view drops into Keskadale, better known as the Newlands Valley, seen from the brown, heathered spine of Ard Crags. At the end of the ridge sits the small knoll of Aitken Knott. Here Earl Ackin, a leading Norse-Cumbrian lord and brother of Earl Boethar, was buried, set high above the land where…