Out & About …

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

Tag: National Trust

  • After the Rain: Life on Newton Moor

    After the Rain: Life on Newton Moor

    A sky of blue is like a breath of fresh air after the dreary weather we’ve been enduring for the past week. It lifts the spirits, reminding us that sunlight still exists. It is not every day that one sees standing water on Newton Moor. While the ground is often damp and there are always…

  • Bagged for Your  Convenience

    Bagged for Your Convenience

    After a return from just a few days away in the Lakes, I was delighted to find that the National Trust, in their usual brilliance, had thoughtfully helicoptered in around 40 large bags up the main path of Roseberry. Each one, of course, containing roughly a ton of aggregate to ensure they did not have…

  • Newton Wood’s Hidden Industrial Heritage

    Newton Wood’s Hidden Industrial Heritage

    This morning’s low cloud cover meant there was no chance of capturing any stunning shots of the Cleveland Hills, so I turned my attention to something closer to the ground. Folk often ask me about this brick and concrete structure at the Cliff Rigg end of Newton Wood, recently cleared of bracken and brambles by…

  • Mists, Mellow Fruitfulness, and the March to Winter

    Mists, Mellow Fruitfulness, and the March to Winter

    Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; John Keats’s “Ode to Autumn” may well be a charming little tribute to the season’s so-called beauty and bounty. His “mists and mellow fruitfulness” certainly make for lovely poetic fodder. Yet, the mist draping the North York Moors today and the heavily burdened…

  • Graffiti, Landslips, and Bonfires

    Graffiti, Landslips, and Bonfires

    Standing alone atop Roseberry Topping is a rare privilege. From this vantage point, Guisborough lies in the distance, with the North Sea stretching beyond. The crags of the summit are scarred by decades of graffiti, the soft sandstone inviting visitors from the towns of Teesside to carve their names into history. Many of these inscriptions…

  • Nature Reclaims Industry: Warsett Hill

    Nature Reclaims Industry: Warsett Hill

    A fishing smack chugging serenely towards his lobster pots off Huntcliff caught my attention. The morning is still and muggy, with overnight rain fizzling out and the sea as calm as a millpond. I have been working on the National Trust’s property at Warsett Hill, tidying up an old, decrepit post and rail fence. Acquired…

  • Framing the Landscape — A Nine-Year Retrospective

    Framing the Landscape — A Nine-Year Retrospective

    Nine years. Nine long years in which the world has undergone remarkable transformations: Brexit, Covid, Ukraine, the rise and—let us hope—fall of Trump, and the conclusion of Tory turmoil. Yet, some constants endure. For nine years, “Framing the Landscape,” that quintessential piece of modern art, that obtrusive metallic eyesore placed in a nature reserve, has…

  • Runswick Bay’s Ironworks Beneath the Cliff

    Runswick Bay’s Ironworks Beneath the Cliff

    Today I was at a National Trust property near Runswick Bay, a hidden gem previously unknown to me. Spanning a 5-hectare meadow, this land is a tapestry of ragwort, thistles, docks, and the occasional blackthorn and willow saplings, all requiring occasional management. The property also boasts 4.5 hectares of precipitous, overgrown cliff and approximately 225…

  • The National Trust’s Never-Ending Battle

    The National Trust’s Never-Ending Battle

    The Lake District, known for its beautiful scenery, made the BBC news this morning, but not because of its peaceful views or poetic charm. Instead, the news was about the rubbish left by people pretending to be campers. The shores of Buttermere are now covered with abandoned camping gear like mattresses, clothing, and even an…

  • Bridestone Griff

    Bridestone Griff

    Ah, what a scene of unparalleled magnificence. Majestic sandstone columns and rock outcrops, shaped over millennia by wind and rain, now somewhat overwhelmed by a verdant sea of bracken, rippling across the landscape like an oversized duvet. Deep wooded valleys, or “griffs,” carve into the moor, a National Trust property a few miles south of…