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 a few smaller items, I’ve got a couple…
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…
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 Cromwell, Galileo and Guy Fawkes; of civil war,…
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…
