The cliff route to Robin Hood’s Bay
The sun has been venturing out lately, and so have I. Yesterday, after working late into the previous night, I crawled out of bed to discover the sun rising into…
Contributor to The Great Outdoors
Could anything be more pleasing than getting paid to go on strolls and write about them? Or to work for magazines that you read anyway? The Great Outdoors very kindly…
Kes
I have a feeling last week’s Indian summer might be over. This morning I found darkness had encroached on my regular breakfast time, and my stroll into town was a…
A day at the races
I spent Saturday watching some of the Gold Cup at Oliver’s Mount. It’s a motorcycle road racing track on the hill overlooking Scarborough, and for a good value day out…
The Wreck of the Jeanne
A while ago, as I was wandering in the grounds of St Oswald’s church in Lythe, I came across an unusual grave. It was reasonably smart and clean – the…
Torching the moor
They were burning the heather up on Danby Rigg when we walked by the other day. It’s odd to think that something which appears such a wild and primal environment…
Not-so-logical Levisham
There are few tests of clutch control quite like coming up against a hefty and stubbornly immoveable highland cow as you’re climbing a 1-in-5 slope. But then the Victorian villagers…
In search of pubs and the picturesque
My most recent moorland walk was a fact-finding mission. I’ve realised two things lately: 1. Though I spend a great deal of time roaming around on the moors and in…
The white cliffs of Yorkshire
As I walked into the little moorland village of Grosmont, the first thing I saw was a Spitfire in the station car park. I’ve written before about the North York…
Springs and neaps
Sandsend, the village at the bottom of the hill, has the best high tides. The grey North Sea boils and booms, pounding against the sea wall and somersaulting back into…
