Out & About …

… on the North York Moors, or wherever I happen to be.

Category: Bransdale

  • Stang Stoops and Slip Gates

    Stang Stoops and Slip Gates

    Returning to Yoad House in Bransdale, the weather was a tad kinder this week, not as harsh as the last. The forecasted rain? Nowhere to be found. And, surprise, in the afternoon the sun decided to make an appearance. That stone post in the photo? It’s part of what is called a ‘stang stoop’ or…

  • A winter’s view from Yoad House

    A winter’s view from Yoad House

    The view from the garden of Yoad House in Bransdale, where the emergence of snowdrops signals the impending arrival of spring. The tranquillity of the snow-clad fields extending down to the beck is lost in the mist veiling the opposite bank, and by the stark silhouettes of skeletal trees and precarious dry-stone walls, lend a…

  • Bransdale: a cacophony of gunshots — too close for comfort

    Bransdale: a cacophony of gunshots — too close for comfort

    A day spent volunteering with the National Trust in Bransdale, even though the landscape was somewhat elusive. During our journey over, we left a clear yet overcast Esk valley, climbing into a thick layer of cloud at Rosedale Head. This blanket of fog lingered persistently, keeping us smothered throughout the day. But, in a fleeting…

  • Brock or Huckster? What’s behind the name of the Badger Stone?

    Brock or Huckster? What’s behind the name of the Badger Stone?

    I succeeded in reaching the Badger Stone before the snow came. By the time I returned to the car, I had transformed into a snowman. The Badger Stone, an oddity in itself, is a sturdy sandstone outcrop standing alone and distant on the periphery of a plateau within a desolate moorland, rising to a height…

  • A Return to Bransdale: Battling the Tenacious Pine and Larch Saplings

    A Return to Bransdale: Battling the Tenacious Pine and Larch Saplings

    After a hiatus of a few weeks, I find myself once again in Bransdale, volunteering my time to the National Trust. The task at hand is none other than the removal or trimming of young larch and pine saplings that have sprouted up on their own in Bloworth Wood, which was clear-cut a couple of…

  • 18th-Century stables and cartshed at Bransdale Mill

    18th-Century stables and cartshed at Bransdale Mill

    If you’ve ever been to Bransdale Mill, you will have seen the old barn propped up for years by scaffolding to prevent collapse. This has been necessary since the Public Footpath passes directly below the north end gable. Now the barn is stable at last, its scaffolding gone. And a fine sight it is. One…

  • St Nicholas’s church, Bransdale

    St Nicholas’s church, Bransdale

    Volunteering today with the National Trust in Bransdale. Delightfully, I took the opportunity to have a look around the quaint St Nicholas’s church, perched at the head of the dale. St Nicholas’s church may be squat but it stands proud, casting a discerning gaze down the valley below. Its Grade II listing records that it…

  • The Unstoppable Sheep—Going Places Without a Sheepdog!

    The Unstoppable Sheep—Going Places Without a Sheepdog!

    The sheep seem to know where they are going. No need for a sheepdog. He’s off on a jolly ride, perched on the back of the quad bike! I heard a comment today that the National Trust has been encouraging Bransdale tenant farmers to reduce their stocking levels. It’s certainly has made the meadows all…

  • Bluebells, Burrs, and the Oak Tree

    Bluebells, Burrs, and the Oak Tree

    A return to the enchanting Valley Garden in Bransdale; the woodland floor is adorned with a vibrant carpet of blooming bluebells beneath the shade of a magnificent oak tree. Its base boasts a remarkable feature—a large burr, a fascinating clue to the tree’s history and resilience. Burrs are a peculiar growth resembling warts, and can…

  • From an English woodland to a South American jungle

    From an English woodland to a South American jungle

    An annual task with the National Trust is at the Valley Gardens at Bransdale to tackle the invasive American Skunk Cabbage, which thrives in the damp areas of the valley floor. But this day was interrupted when a sudden hail storm arrived, making the already boggy ground even more challenging. On arrival is sunshine, we…