Hidden wartime remains and the language of wild beauty
The latest issue of Ernest Journal hit doormats last week, including quite a few bits and bobs by me. Along with quite... Read More
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... Read More
Mead fit for a king
‘Turbulent old time, the 17th century. It was the age of characters like Cardinal Richelieu and the Duke of Buckingham; of Oliver... Read More
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... Read More
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... Read More
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... Read More
Cleaning up a Chillington ARPAX
Yesterday, while rooting through an old chest in pursuit of lightbulbs, I unearthed a WW2 fireman’s hatchet. It’s a Chillington ARPAX, and... Read More
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.... Read More
Is a gansey a guernsey?
Round about this time six years ago, I was packing for a reasonably long adventure up in arctic Norway. I’d sorted all... Read More
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... Read More