Tag: history

  • The Stone They Left Behind

    The Stone They Left Behind

    A rough-cut sandstone block lies abandoned at the top of an old quarry on Ayton Bank. It first appears on the 1915 Ordnance Survey 25-inch map. One wonders what caused the sudden stop—tools downed, the block left where it was, after the time and effort it must have taken to cut it, shape it, and…

  • Potter Tarn: Providing Water for Paper

    Potter Tarn: Providing Water for Paper

    If Wainwright had not seen fit to include Potter Fell in his The Outlying Fells of Lakeland, few beyond Kendal would know it existed. Potter Tarn, however, is another matter. Along with Gurnal Dubs, it is one of the fell’s more prominent tarns. Both are favoured for wild swimming, though anyone entering Potter Tarn does so…

  • Smardale Bridge — Drovers, Rebels, and Spies

    Smardale Bridge — Drovers, Rebels, and Spies

    Looking upstream along Scandal Beck above Smardale Bridge, where an old drovers’ track once crossed the river. The packhorse bridge here, likely built in the 18th century, stood beside a pub known as the Scotch Inn. It served the Scots drovers who passed this way with herds of cattle and sheep, bound for the markets…

  • The West Lodges of Ormesby Hall

    The West Lodges of Ormesby Hall

    A blistering day, not ideal for digging holes, yet that was the task—installing bollards to keep after-hours dog-walkers from turning the entrance grass verges of the National Trust’s Ormesby Hall into a car park. Still, it offered a good excuse to admire the West Lodge gates, which manage to look imposing even from the rear.…

  • Because It’s There: Tourists on Roseberry

    Because It’s There: Tourists on Roseberry

    Another day, another climb up Roseberry. I often wonder when someone first made the effort simply for the sake of it—“because it’s there,” as Mallory said of a rather taller peak. When did the first tourists arrive? And what exactly counts as a tourist? With its sharp outline and looming bulk, Roseberry Topping has always…

  • Freebrough Hill — Where Arthur Waits

    Freebrough Hill — Where Arthur Waits

    This hill has loomed over the Guisborough to Whitby road for generations, a constant, brooding shape on the horizon. Its symmetry is so precise, its position so solitary, that people have long refused to believe it is natural. Clearly the work of men. Or gods. Or giants. One giant in particular: Wade, whose name is…

  • “HORRID MURDER AT ESKDALE NEAR WHITBY”

    “HORRID MURDER AT ESKDALE NEAR WHITBY”

    So screamed the headline of the Yorkshire Gazette on 18 September 1841. The grim report told of the brutal killing of 61-year-old Mrs Robinson, murdered alone in her home at Eskdaleside, near Sleights. Her husband, William Robinson, a yeoman farmer of decent standing, had gone to Egton Fair that day. His servants were out in…

  • In Search of Pannierman Pots, Here is Long Stone Instead

    In Search of Pannierman Pots, Here is Long Stone Instead

    I have long been interested in ancient transport routes across the moors, so I was pleased to come across some recent research on routeways in the North York Moors. These are vast landscape features, part of a tangled network linking places across great distances. Yet they are also intimate spaces, shaped by footfall, hooves, wheels,…

  • Bombweed, a Hall Built of Basalt and German POWs

    Bombweed, a Hall Built of Basalt and German POWs

    The vivid pinks of Rosebay Willowherb blaze across summer landscapes, yet most pass them by. Known as Fireweed, it is often the first plant to reclaim burnt ground. That was not always the case. The Georgians treated it as a rarity, grown in gardens rather than spotted in the wild. Even in 1853, the Reverend…

  • Goathland: A Nice Little Earner

    Goathland: A Nice Little Earner

    A misty start and a downpour overdue from June left little chance for photography this morning. So here is another one from yesterday: the tourist-magnet village of Goathland. Avoiding the coachloads is nearly impossible. The village spreads around a broad common where sheep graze as if unaware they are in a postcard. A posh sign,…