High Cup – And the Rise and Fall of Belfast Sinks

THE weather girl said an arm of rain would sweep across the country and disappear from the North-East at about midday, leaving the Pennines saturated beneath patchy cloud and intermittent sunshine. I’m thinking about this “arm of rain” as I slosh around Cow Green reservoir and over the dam, because I’ve never seen an arm of rain before. I’m also questioning my rather flippant and automatic use of the term “weather girl” to describe a professional and probably highly-qualified meteorologist, when I would never dream of referring to her male equivalent as a “weather boy” . . .

This is the sort of stuff that fills your head when you walk alone. I should be dwelling, really, on what I’m going to write about High Cup – my destination – and the geological forces that gouged this uniquely spectacular valley out of the Pennines and left it girdled with crags that resemble the interlocking basalt columns of the Giant’s Causeway. That’s what I should be thinking about. But as the rain ceases and a fresh wind lifts the clouds above the Teesdale heather, something hugely more interesting arrests my attention.

At the side of the track to Birkdale Farm is a Belfast sink, placed there in the days when livestock sought supplementary refreshment. I utter an exclamation of joy. The weather girl and her arm of rain are immediately forgotten. Because the Belfast sink marks a turning point in the development of mankind.

The Belfast sink was our zenith. When people ripped them out of their kitchens in the 1960s and 1970s, evolution ebbed away like a low tide from a mudflat. Let me tell you about Belfast sinks and the anomaly that Darwin missed because he died too soon.

Eight years ago we had a Belfast sink installed in the kitchen because it seemed like a good idea. And it was. You can’t imagine what you can do in a Belfast sink. Want to wash a bucket of potatoes, a garden spade and an unruly grand-daughter? Chuck them in the Belfast sink at the same time. Worktops clogged up with all those pots and pans after the Sunday roast? Chuck them in the Belfast sink. Twenty stained wine bottles to wash out for the home-brew? No bother, soak them in the Belfast sink. Tread the grapes in there as well if you like.

Hey. I remember being bathed in a Belfast sink by my mother. You had to stand up to get your legs scrubbed. I had two old aunties and an uncle who lived in a house in Walker Street, Askam-in-Furness, and their Belfast sink was the only indication that a sanitary system existed – except for the loo at the bottom of the yard. There was a zinc bath hanging from a nail in the wash-house, but it was never used because all functions were performed at the sink.

And that was the way of the world. We arrived at that point of human development with a perfectly acceptable, fully functioning, completely practical, utterly simple and thoroughly hygienic item of kitchen equipment that fulfilled our requirements. But along came consumerism, DIY (the modern curse of the working classes) and Barry Bucknell, the man who showed the nation how to modernise their homes by covering architectural feature (banisters, panelled doors, pianos) with hardboard and removing everything that’s useful.

Belfast sinks were ripped out and smashed. An entire nation’s housing stock was refitted with sinks that were just big enough to hold a plastic washing up bowl. What’s the point of that? If your bloody sink’s the size of a washing up bowl, why do you need a washing up bowl? Where’s the logic? Don’t tell me I’m alone on this.

And then. And then they sold us the sink unit that had a little oval baby sink at the side of the main sink – but the cumulative volume was still not as great as the Belfast sink. And to this day I still don’t know what the little oval baby sink is used for. Is it for cleaning billy cans after a weekend in the hills when your wife’s filled the main sink with ladies’ things? Or dipping your innertube in to find a puncture when your bike chain is soaking in degreaser in the washing up bowl? Does anybody out there know the purpose of the little oval baby sinks? Any weather girls reading this?

So here at the side of the track to what is reputedly England’s highest farm is the pinnacle of mankind’s domestic advancement, now brimming with rainwater and looking a bit sorry for itself. In more ways than one this sink is the equivalent of Donald Campbell’s Bluebird, or the ill-fated Blue Streak rocket a few miles to the north at RAF Spadeadam. It represents British achievements that were left by the wayside instead of being held aloft and borne into the future. Belfast sinks are up there with the bouncing bomb, Marmite, ring-pull beer cans, the internet, Rolls-Royce cars and the invention of silage. Belfast sinks R us.

Jesus Christ. I plod on across the moor fuming. That Bloody Barry Bucknell. He’s got a lot to answer for.

A distant Birkdale Farm from Moss Shop Mine

The track from Birkdale Farm to High Cup, which forms part of the Pennine Way, passes through the spoil-heaps of an old mine called Moss Shop. Red flags are flying on the moor away to the south. Occasionally I hear bursts of heavy machine-guns. That’s the Army training youngsters to fight the Taliban so we can sit safely in front of our flat-screen televisions and dream up new ways to improve our homes. Don’t get me started on uPVC doors and windows for Christ’s sake. That rant about sinks has worn me out.

As I reach High Cup Nick a terrific gust of wind whips the bandana off my head and skims it over the edge. Bugger. I lost one in Spain. I’m not sacrificing another to the sodding Pennines. So I pick my way down through the crags, retrieve the bandana, pick my way up again, and munch my sandwiches while watching a waterfall being blown into the air and back over the crag from whence it sprang. That’s pretty impressive.

The wind drops and the sun comes out to allow me to take loads of pictures, which cheers me up a bit. The weather girl got it right after all. The arm of rain has passed like a royal wave in a Pathé newsreel. Then all that remains is a long plod back to Cow Green reservoir across six miles of sloshing peaty moors and rough muddy tracks.

Might have to dip the boots in the Belfast sink when I get home. Can’t remember if I took those muddy bike wheels out before I left the house this morning. Hope the wife doesn’t get home first.

FOOTNOTES:

  • I can’t find much on the geology of High Cup, but this short account is probably all that’s needed.
  • According to his entry on Wikipedia, besides being Britain’s first DIY television presenter Barry Bucknell was a Labour councillor on St Pancras council. His greatest achievement, though, was the reinvention of New Labour from a prototype knocked up out of plywood and panel pins at the behest of Tony Blair. Sorry, I made that up.

AND FINALLY, I’LL LEAVE YOU WITH THIS . . .

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Alen McFadzean. Journalist (under notice of redundancy) on The Northern Echo, former shipyard electrician, former quarryman and tunneller. Climbs mountains and runs long distances to make life harder. Gravitates to the left in politics just to make life harder still.
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44 Responses to High Cup – And the Rise and Fall of Belfast Sinks

  1. Alistair says:

    That was most enjoyably rantingly funny! I remember Belfast sinks too and having to stand up!

    • McEff says:

      Hi Alistair. It never did me any harm, and I bet it didn’t do you any either. I think we’ve both turned out to be reasonable, level-headed blokes.
      Cheers, Alen

      • I`ve known Alistair for over 20 years.Reasonable ? Level-headed ?
        Must be a different Alistair :)
        Had a quick 5 minutes chat with him on Saturday at Achnashellach…

        • McEff says:

          I recall something he once wrote about dropping his toast butter-side down one breakfast when he obviously got out of bed the wrong side. That was very reasonable and level-headed.

  2. Paul says:

    Hi Alen

    Beautiful musings as usual, My parents have a picture of me, my brother & my best friend not knee high awaiting turns for the Belfast Sink my dad excavated from an old terrace we then used as a paddling pool during the 70′s summer months.

    I was sat here still pondering the memory until I came upon the images of High Cup Nick, they leave me inspired & are truly magnificent.

    Your right about weather girls though, beneath the glam they are meteorologist & we should respect that, right? , I blame the yanks – but there still easy on the eye.

    Paul

    • McEff says:

      Hiya Paul. You’ve opened my eyes to new uses for Belfast sinks – as leisure amenities. The nation’s children could have endless hours of fun mucking around in them in the middle of the garden. All the more reason to bring them back. You couldn’t do that in an old stainless steel sink unit.
      High Cup Nick is pretty spectacular. Don’t know if you’ve been there but it’s a short walk from the Cumbrian side, but more spectacular if you plod across from Teesdale. I’m not saying any more about weather girls. The subject has already caused a lengthy discussion in the household.
      Cheers, Alen

  3. rthepotter says:

    As always, a privilege to see these wonderful places vicariously through your words and camera lens. Enjoyed the Belfast sink rant too, though I’ve never possessed this amenity. Oh – so far as I know the teeny sink is so you can empty the tea pot without your spouse/child/mother shouting at you for polluting the washing up/bleaching cloths/carrots being peeled. (And you can wash quite large children even in an ordinary sink if you are sufficiently determined. Take my word for it :) )

    • McEff says:

      Ah, Mrs Potter. I’ve consulted a knowledgeable person on your theory and she agrees that the teeny-weeny sinks are for draining things, and for now I will go along with this but I am not a hundred per cent convinced. I do, though, agree that you can quite conveniently bathe children in ordinary sinks. I have a picture of my son in an ordinary sink, and I would post it here as proof but for the fact he would retaliate by posting an embarrassing picture of me on his Facebook site. So that’s out.
      As for teapots, there was a time when the backyard drain was good enough for tipping them down. Ah, the good old days . . .
      Cheers, Alen

  4. Only you would manage to get a lot stuff on Belfast sinks into a walking blog :) That’s why I find your blog so absorbing. I have never been to High Cup, but have walked around the area. I will get around to it at same stage as I am around the half way point on my long term goal of walking the Pennine Way in stages in between walking lots other bits of the UK. The next few stages will cover this.

    • McEff says:

      Hi Mark. In one of the photographs you can see two people walking around the northern rim of High Cup. They were an American couple walking the Penning Way and they were very much impressed with the landscape. If you’re walking south to north, which I expect you are, you come to High Cup from the east – which is by far the best route to approach it because you don’t know it’s there until you are virtually standing on the rim. And it suddenly opens up beneath your feet.
      I shall keep an eye on your blog, as always, and I shall expect to see a Belfast sink in the corner of one of the pictures.
      Good luck, Alen

  5. JonJo says:

    Marvelous stuff. Mother in Law still has a Belfast sink and it’s the perfect place for a mucky terrier.

    • McEff says:

      Hi JonJo. Yet another example of the usefulness of a Belfast sink. Why were people so eager to throw them out? It’s reassuring to hear that some people still have them. I bet the terrier’s not as enthusiastic, mind.
      Cheers, Alen

  6. Jo Woolf says:

    Great post! I love the rock formations. I have similar memories of a Belfast sink. And no, I don’t know what the little baby sinks are for, either! Amazing photos of the spray blowing back up the waterfall, and the sunlight raking across the moors.

    • McEff says:

      Hi Jo. A pattern is beginning to emerge here. People who have come into contact with Belfast sinks have fond memories of them; and no one is a hundred per cent sure of what the teeny sinks on modern units are actually used for. I shall have to do more research. There might be a book opportunity here.
      Cheers, Alen
      PS: The spray from the waterfalls. I’ve seen this happen a few times over the years, but only in the Pennines. Perhaps that’s just coincidence.

  7. Mick in the Eden Valley says:

    Love the pics, it’s always a stunning lunch stop. I was travelling to Appleby and looking upto High Cup Nick today and was thinking it’s about time I went up there again and then I came across your post, brilliant. A before Christmas trek up is on the cards.

    • McEff says:

      Hi Mick. Thanks for that. I’ve been up there three times since I moved to the North-East from Cumbria in 1995, and the weather has been the same on each occasion – damp and cloudy. I would imagine High Cup is spectacular late in the year with a scattering of snow, or on one of those clear frosty mornings with a perfect blue sky. Might go back myself sometime soon.
      Have a good walk, Alen

  8. Greg. says:

    You had a Belfast sink, you were lucky, we used to dream of having a Belfast sink……..When I was a lad we used to get bathed in a crisp packet………

    Great stuff Alen, I think High Cup is easier from Dufton. Well it is if you live in Cumbria.

    • McEff says:

      Greg, I would be surprised if they had piped water in Tebay, never mind Belfast sinks. You were probably lucky to have crisp packets.
      I did it from Dufton once, and I’m just looking at the map now to see which way I went. It was a long time ago but I think I climbed up Green Fell then doubled back along the ridge to High Cup. What I do recall very clearly Is having a pot of tea and a slice of cake outside a little teashop. Now that would be right up your street.
      Cheers, Alen

  9. Belfast sinks came back into vogue up here in the 90`s Alen.Belfast sinks and beech worktops.I fitted dozens of them before they went quickly out of fashion again.I now have half a dozen as planters in my back garden :)
    The only time I paid a visit to High Cup I was unfortunately suffering from a tremendous hangover from the aftermath of a stag party in Great Salkeld.I think I bagged Dufton Pike at the end of the day but can`t be certain :)

    • McEff says:

      Ah, the perils of drink, Alex. And do we ever learn? No.
      Which brings us to yet another use for Belfast sinks – garden planters. I once used one for growing lettuce in the backyard of a house in Dalton-in-Furness. Can’t remember what happened to it – I must have left it there when I moved. I’ve a good mind to go back and get it!
      Cheers, Alen

  10. Stunning photos and a hardy laugh. Just lightened an otherwise blue day Alan. The short article says the rock is Dolorite, some type of basalt If I remember correctly. Looks to be formed during a period of uplift, which would have that creek being there an incredible amount of time. No swimming!

    • McEff says:

      Hi Dohn. I looked into dolorite with a view to writing a couple of paragraphs on the geology. Apparently the term has slightly different meanings in Europe and North America, giving rise to “varying conflicting uses of diabase”, according to Wikipedia. But it’s all basalt, nonetheless. So I steered clear of the subject just to be on the safe side. Suffice to say there was huge uplift hundreds of millions of years ago, the whole thing got shot through with basalt dykes, then time, ice and other forces wore it away (that’s a safe enough description because it probably applies to most mountain ranges).
      And of course there’s no swimming. Not that you’d want to up there in November – or any time of the year, come to that!
      Cheers, Alen

  11. David says:

    I enjoyed that Alen. Another good approach which you may, or may not, have done is up High Cup Gill. It does not give the immediate panorama of the Teesdale approach, but does provide an interesting perspective from below.

    I suspect when the human race has disappeared there will still be the odd Belfast sink about. Whenever I think of Belfast sinks I always think of the scene in the old British comedy Steptoe and son where Harrold’s dad Albert has a bath in one. As a youngster I found it both creepy and funny at the same time. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YiXsuyYa4c
    (contains some mild nudity)

    As for the small sink – my ten bobs worth is the small sink is simply for washing your hands. If you have ever been in a commercial kitchen you will notice that there is usually a tiny sink on its own for washing hands. Washing hands in the washing up/food prep sink is not considered hygienic in commercial kitchens so assume it has come from that.

    • McEff says:

      Hi David. I remember going to the pictures to see that film. My mate and I laughed our heads off at the sink scene. We talked about it for weeks. Steptoe must rank as one of the greatest and most original sitcoms ever.
      I’ve been looking at Bing maps again and, yes, that route up the gill looks like it would be an interesting walk and certainly a new approach, perhaps doubling back over Murton Fell or heading the other way to Knock Fell. I’ll put it on the list.
      Your little sink theory sounds plausible – I think your ten bob’s pretty safe at the moment. What’s interesting is that no one seems to know for sure. I should really contact a sink manufacturer and get to the bottom of the issue.
      And finally, I love the thought of Belfast sinks surviving the human race. I was immediately reminded of that scene from Beneath the Planet of the Apes where Charlton Heston sees the Statue of Liberty sticking out of the sand and realises he’s on post-nuclear war Earth and not a distant planet. Nasa should send a Belfast sink into deep space instead of a Will.i.am CD.
      Cheers, Alen

  12. Tracey says:

    Weirdly, I don’t remember Belfast sinks…. Sorry. But I do remember visiting High Cup Nick. It’s brilliant. As is that waterfall. Class!

    • McEff says:

      Give over. Everyone remembers Belfast sinks, Tracey. They were part and parcel of growing up – like tin baths and chilblains.
      Yes, High Cup is one of the most spectacular places around here. It’s crossed my mind to camp for a night right near the top where the waterfall goes over. No reason, really, other than I just fancy doing it. It’s probably yet another of those things that I’ll never get round to.
      Cheers, Alen

  13. Hanna says:

    It is a lovely post you have written, Alen. I was amused by all the Belfast sinks utilities, not to mention the arm of rain. This weather forecast predicted a cold front. Are we talking octopuses when hurricane? Glorious history. Love the picture of your unruly granddaughter. Great nature, exciting place.

    • McEff says:

      Hej Hanna. Yes, arms of rain and cold fronts – we get a lot of them over here. Your pictures of Denmark and Norway look tropical in comparison, with all those blue skies.
      The unruly granddaughter is getting more unruly all the time. When she’s old enough I’ll take her walking to burn up some of her energy. She’ll probably tire me out though!
      Cheers, Alen

  14. wild2012 says:

    I’ve never owned a Belfast Sink (or known what they’re called), nor been to High Cup. But I really enjoyed your post, Alen, and am a lot more knowledgeable than I was 10 minutes ago. Particularly about Belfast Sinks (I’ll be telling everyone about them now !).

  15. Tony Bennett says:

    I’d forgotten all about being bathed by my Mum in the big white sink in the kitchen. Yes it would have been a Belfast. And my Dad had fitted an electric water heater to the wall above it. It was big and white with square corers and a long chrome pipe and took up a lot of space. It was much bigger than the cylindrical gas ones. Ascots, weren’t they? And I remember thinking it would be hot and I was worried about touching it accidentally, though I never did. I burnt my hand on the Aga flue pipe instead. I suppose I was 4. Hmmm. Thanks for that.

    • McEff says:

      More memories. Thanks for that, Tony. I remember the gas boiler my aunties had because the pilot light used to fascinate me. And there was a long pipe that you moved around to divert the water to where you wanted it. Great stuff.
      Cheers, Alen

  16. I think you took great shots of the place. Whatever happened to the manufacturer of Belfast sinks? Are they still around? Are they off the market now?

  17. colin lowe says:

    Hi, as a plumber and mountaineer I enjoyed reading your article. I spent the late 40s & 50s installing Belfast sinks, and the 60s ripping them out. Downside, unforgiving to crockery, no plastic bowls then, also used to much of the limited hot water reserves, remember hot water came from a fireplace backboiler. The joint between the wooden drainer board and the sink became a hidden damp filthy world for the likes of silver fish and other crawlies. Upside, you could wash all kinds of things from pots to welly boots, soak clothes, bathe children, tough, did not scratch. In fact I have recently installed one to fulfil all of these and more uses, to many to list, but not in the kitchen but a utility room.

    • McEff says:

      Hi Colin. Now that’s what I call an expert opinion. I can see there may have been design problems, such as the drain on resources and the harbouring of wildlife (mind you, there were creepy crawlies, mice and other things lurking in all kitchen nooks and crannies in those days) but I’m more than happy with mine.
      By the way, are you still doing plumbing jobs between hills because I need a radiator fitting in the living room?
      Cheers, Alen

      • colin lowe says:

        Helvellyn!!! Alen, I would, but sadly I came to a Great End on the High st. A Great Carrs hit this Coniston Old Man and with High Stile I Harter Fell off my Honda 90cc.
        The Sergeant Man has booked the Birks. My broken leg is resting on a Pillar in a High Raise position. So always look on the Whiteside of life.

        • McEff says:

          I don’t know Wetherlam or not to compete with this. Hope you didn’t Skiddaw too far when you Mell Fell off your Honda 90cc, Colin. Wouldn’t want you to end up with a Broad End.
          This could get addictive.
          Cheers, Alen

  18. You probably can swim in that area now – have you been back to see? Haven’t been to High Cup Nick for years but still keep planning to go…

    I remember the tin baths well – we used to bath in front of the fire in the ‘lounge’ (aka the front room) and it was much nicer than the modern-day cold bathrooms. I also remember we had 2 of those sinks (although didn’t know they were ‘Belfast’ ones) – one in the scullery and one in the kitchen. I think those little oval sinklets are for using when someone else has a bowl of washing up in the main sink – possibly for washing your water bottle when you come back in after a walk!

    Can’t agree with you on the uPVC doors and windows though – that’s about the only thing which has finally warmed my leaky 70s house up a bit – that and the loft insulation. I had the walls and underfloor insulated and it didn’t make any difference at all! :-( And at least they’re harder to break into if someone’s trying to burgle you. They also make things a lot quieter which is very important if you live on my street!

    • McEff says:

      You can probably swim and launch a super-tanker up there at the moment. The bottom half of my allotment has been under water for weeks and shows little sign of drying up. The leeks don’t seem to be taking any harm though.
      We used to call the front room the “parlour”, and it was only used on special occasions. But you’ve jogged my memory there, because we also had a little room joined onto the kitchen that was called the scullery (which is where the Belfast sink was) – but I’d forgotten calling it that. Happy days.
      My wooden windows rattle like hell and two of them need replacing. Can’t beat traditional materials, that’s what I say.
      Cheers, Alen

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