• Wade’s Mighty Hand in the Formation of the Bride Stones

    Wade’s Mighty Hand in the Formation of the Bride Stones

    Some say that these sturdy sandstone tors, protruding from a sea of bracken, were deposited in the ancient seas of an era when dinosaurs reigned supreme, some 150 million years ago. The ebb and flow of the Jurassic tides as they advanced and receded, left behind stratified rocks of various densities. A layer of resilient…

  • The Tees Rivers Trust’s vision for a fish pass at Ingleby Weir

    The Tees Rivers Trust’s vision for a fish pass at Ingleby Weir

    I came across an interesting Facebook post about The Tees Rivers Trust’s proposal to construct a fish pass near the weir on Ingleby Beck. The purpose of this pass is to enable fish to migrate upstream, as weirs pose a significant barrier for small fish. While I’m unsure about the exact commencement date of the…

  • The Local Legacy of Capt. James Cook

    The Local Legacy of Capt. James Cook

    Well, it’s been a quite a while since I last posted a photo of that obelisk known as Capt. Cook’s Monument, perched ever so ostentatiously upon Easby Moor. A tribute it is to that infamous chap, Captain James Cook, the problematic “discoverer” of Australia, who hailed from the local village of Great Ayton during his…

  • Chop Gate—a quintessential collection of cottages

    Chop Gate—a quintessential collection of cottages

    In the heart of idyllic Bilsdale, nestled among the high moors, lies Chop Gate with this collection of charming sandstone cottages. Their roofs are adorned with typical pantiles, exhibiting the distinctive S-shaped cross-section—a design that crossed the North Sea from Holland to Britain in the 17th century. Since the start of the 18th century, these…

  • Highcliffe Farm

    Highcliffe Farm

    I’ve posted about Highcliffe Farm before, located on the wide and shallow col between Highcliff Nab and Great Ayton Moor; unsheltered from the winds from the north and the south. One might question the wisdom of setting up a farm in such an exposed spot. The landscape owes its origins to the ancient forces of…

  • Foxdale, Hedgerows, and Gisborough Hall

    Foxdale, Hedgerows, and Gisborough Hall

    A view of the east of Guisborough! Taking centre stage is Foxdale, a farmhouse of the 19th century, built from finely dressed sandstone and roofed with charming Welsh slates. Both the house and the outbuildings are listed as Grade II by Historic England. But beyond the farm itself, are remnants of a medieval landscape. Under…

  • Rucksack Woes and Merry Music—Duke of Edinburgh Award Chronicles

    Rucksack Woes and Merry Music—Duke of Edinburgh Award Chronicles

    A look back across Roseberry Common just before I reached the Topping. Below me, a Duke of Edinburgh group from a fine Durham school, all geared up for their Bronze expedition. And if you cast your gaze towards the top of Little Roseberry, you’d spot not one, not two, but a grand total of five…

  • 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…

  • William Parkinson and the gibbet on Turkey Nab

    William Parkinson and the gibbet on Turkey Nab

    I reckon Turkey Nab must be one of the steepest hill climbs in Cleveland. It’s one of those routes where vehicles can be driven without tarmac, which makes it popular with 4WD enthusiasts. But for cyclists, it’s a different story altogether. That loose gravel turns it into a proper challenge. This high moorland route has…

  • Hey, it’s good to be back home again

    Hey, it’s good to be back home again

    John Denver could have sung about this old hill being like a long-lost friend. OK, I’ve paraphrased. He was actually singing about his farm. A month away and the changes around here have been absolutely dramatic. The bluebells, the mayflowers, and the primroses. They’ve all had their moment and moved on. But the bracken, of…

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