Tag: history

  • Beyond the Pale: The Lingering Echoes of Kildale’s Past

    Beyond the Pale: The Lingering Echoes of Kildale’s Past

    The sky was an unnervingly perfect shade of cerulean this morning, while overnight frost clung on stubbornly in the shadows. This is the view from Percy Rigg towards Coate Moor, the back of Captain Cook’s, the monument making a feeble attempt at visibility—you will need to squint or zoom in if you are truly desperate…

  • The Sheep of Clough

    The Sheep of Clough

    A heap of moss-covered sandstone, once a farmstead, now a sheep stronghold. This is Clough, where the path from Bilsdale Moor West meets another from Staindale to Raisdale Mill. In 1781, William Hunton lived here, followed in 1826 by John Garbutt, who managed thirty-five acres. Today, the only residents are the sheep, who seem perfectly…

  • Locky, de Eure, and the Mystery of the Weathered Effigies

    Locky, de Eure, and the Mystery of the Weathered Effigies

    Kirkby-in-Cleveland (or Kirby, for those who prefer brevity) is an ancient settlement, though that much is obvious. The name could either come from old Scandinavian, meaning “the farm by the church,” or from Adam de Kirkby, a Norman baron who once lived in the village and generously handed over land to Guisborough Priory. According to…

  • Cliff Rigg Scallywags Hideout

    Cliff Rigg Scallywags Hideout

    A year ago, I wrote about the Great Ayton Scallywags Patrol, a secretive Auxiliary Unit stationed in the area during the Second World War. Unlike the familiar, shambolic image of “Dad’s Army,” these men were part of a covert Home Guard unit. If the Germans had invaded, they could expect to last about a week—hardly…

  • Saltburn Pier: A Stubborn Relic of Victorian Opportunism

    Saltburn Pier: A Stubborn Relic of Victorian Opportunism

    With the weather forecast putting an end to our morning plans and since we did not particularly want to be battered about on the high moors, we decided instead to be battered about on the beach. Hence, our impromptu visit to Saltburn-by-the-Sea. Despite the slight breeze, nature insists that spring is on its way. Frogs…

  • Colmán’s Legacy: From Lindisfarne to Inishbofin (Possibly via Commondale?)

    Colmán’s Legacy: From Lindisfarne to Inishbofin (Possibly via Commondale?)

    Today marks the anniversary of the death of Colmán of Lindisfarne in the year 675. A fine excuse, I thought, to wander over to Commondale, a place supposedly named after the saint. At least, that is what Tom Scott Burns claimed in The Walker’s Guide to the Cleveland Hills. But, as with most things, it…

  • Rievaulx Bridge: Monks, Floods, and Tanks

    Rievaulx Bridge: Monks, Floods, and Tanks

    In 1826, William Turner stood on this bridge to paint his famous view of Rievaulx Abbey. Anyone hoping to recreate his masterpiece today would be sorely disappointed, thanks to the abundance of trees along the river and the endless stream of traffic rattling across the bridge. This three-arched, hump-backed structure, built from limestone ashlar, replaced…

  • A Short History of the Ormesby Ironstone Mine and Its Surroundings

    A Short History of the Ormesby Ironstone Mine and Its Surroundings

    After many years, I finally returned to Flatts Lane Country Park and was astonished to find it looking clean and free of litter. This was undoubtedly the work of the Friends of Flatts Lane Country Park, who evidently have more patience than I do. The same could not be said for the approach via Flatts…

  • Percy Rigg Farm: The Struggles of a Tenant Farmer

    Percy Rigg Farm: The Struggles of a Tenant Farmer

    Standing above Percy Rigg Farm in a biting wind is a fine way to appreciate just how bleak and precarious farming here must be. The farm, once known as View Hill or Viewley Hill Farm, and before that, with little charm, as Piggery Farm, likely came into existence thanks to the Enclosure Act of 1775.…

  • High Lingrow: From Wartime Deception to Agricultural Use

    High Lingrow: From Wartime Deception to Agricultural Use

    At Port Mulgrave today, where the weather could not make up its mind, shifting between sunshine and snow flurries. Lingrow Cliffs is just that little headland across the bay, not really anything special, especially at low tide. But near its highest point—named, with great imagination, High Lingrow—there was once a Second World War bombing decoy…