A spot of time travel
It’s a few years now since I first accidentally stumbled upon the North Yorkshire Moors Railway’s Wartime Weekend. Since then it’s become rather a fixture in the calendar. Thomas and…
Midsummer on the beach
I may have mentioned once or twice how much I love living in this inconvenient corner of North Yorkshire. However, there are some points in the year when it’s especially…
No place like home
I’ve fluked some grand assignments in my time, but there’s nothing quite like writing about home. I moved up to North Yorkshire full-time three and a half years ago, but…
Sunset raids on the North Sea
It’s been an unusual summer. Apart from a couple of wonderful weeks tramping the Pennine Way with the brother and the dog (more of that to come), I seem to…
Witch-wood at Fryup Head
The other day, while trying out a moorland walking route for TGO magazine, I found myself rounding the relatively remote dale end called Fryup Head, about four miles south of…
Canon Atkinson’s Yorkshire lexicon
In 1847, When Essex-born John Christopher Atkinson put it about that he’d been asked to become vicar of the remote North Yorkshire village of Danby, one wag declared: ‘Why, Danby…
Mend Our Mountains campaign extended
I noticed lately that the British Mountaineering Council’s ‘Mend Our Mountains‘ crowdfunding campaign has been extended. It’s a nice idea to help fund repairs to our hill paths, many of…
Trappers and the quiet ways
The other day, taking advantage of a pocket of sunshine and a light workload, I went out for a bit of an explore. I recently got hold of the Harvey…
Nelly Ayre Foss
A few weeks ago, while I was catting around on the internet for information about Biggersdale Hole, I came across a mention of a waterfall near Goathland called Nelly Ayre…
Jeanie the hag
It’s rather wonderful to discover something new about somewhere you thought you knew back to front. Less than a ten-minute walk from my cottage, Mulgrave Woods is an enchanting place…
