Sweet Tees Flow Softly (Black Friday Aftermath)

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IN this land of eternal gloom, where fog hangs in grey air and moisture drips from autumn berries and bedraggled sheep, Romans once marched to distant outposts on a cold northern frontier. They crossed many rivers on their journey from York, and few were swifter and more majestic than the river the native Celts called Tees – a name which is thought to mean the boiling, surging water . . . Continue reading

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Not Everything is Black and White on Barningham Moor

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I DRIVE the rattly van to the top of Barningham Moor and it gets stuck in slithery grass while I’m trying to park. I stall the engine and can’t start it again because the starter motor jams. Mist rolls in and thin rain begins to fall. There is no reception on my mobile phone. Eventually, after lots of click-clicking from the solenoid, the engine coughs into life and the van snakes inelegantly onto the road. I park it in mud but on a downward slope just to be safe. I pull on my boots, but it’s a slow process because I strained a muscle in my back a fortnight ago and it’s still painful. Sheep painted in fluorescent colours watch me from behind a wall. The day has a very deep, dark and melancholy feel about it. I decide I’ve unwittingly strayed into a Leonard Cohen song or perhaps an upbeat episode of Emmerdale . . . Continue reading

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Faggergill: Out of the Fryingpan into the Mire

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BETWEEN Reeth and Tan Hill lies a land of strange names. It’s a country where wild open moors and grassy dales are neatly partitioned by walls built seemingly randomly, and generations of people have drifted through in search of shelter or sustenance. Romans mined lead here; Vikings settled; industry came and went in an almost forgotten belch of furnace fumes. All left their scars and moulded this peaceful green valley known as Arkengarthdale . . . Continue reading

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Restless at North Gare

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I’VE been drawn to the sea because it’s the time of year when things migrate. The seasons change and life adapts. Birds fly south and animals hoard food for winter. People tune into their primeval instincts and gather stuff for Christmas or head towards the sun. Me, I watch ships sail down the Tees and something inside yearns to follow . . . Continue reading

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A Cook’s Tour of the Cleveland Hills

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Captain James Cook (1728-1779)  *oil on canvas  *127 x 101.6 cm  *1775-1776CAPTAIN James Cook is one of Britain’s most celebrated maritime heroes. Born to lowly farming folk in the Teesside village of Marton, his destiny lay not in farming – or shopkeeping, to which he was briefly apprenticed – but as a seaman and navigator who discovered new lands, charted unknown waters, and claimed the continent of Australia for George III before being slain by angry natives on Hawaii. So proud were the people of Teesside and North Yorkshire of their sailor son that they erected a monument to honour his achievements. It stands on a windy ridge of the Cleveland Hills and offers panoramic views across the farmlands of Cook’s childhood. The monument is the first port of call on today’s walk.

I feel slightly humble writing this. I’ve been delaying this walk all week because the weather has been wet and windy. Would Cook, a man whose reputation was founded on sailing into the unknown and in extreme conditions, and whose voyages took him into treacherous Arctic waters, have been deterred by a few autumn showers? Exactly . . . Continue reading

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South Gare in the Eye of the Beholder

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SOMETIMES ugly landscapes can be inspiring. I was going to say beautiful, but I hesitated and typed inspiring instead. I might reconsider before the end of the post because South Gare is a landscape that should be protected. It’s one of those corners of the universe where pure industry collides with pure nature, creating something unique in the process. In this case, a negative and a positive don’t make a negative. That’s my view anyway . . . Continue reading

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High Street and Fusedale – War and Pieces

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HIGH Street is a great mountain with a rubbish name. When someone asks where you’re going walking and you say High Street, they glance at your boots and backpack and wonder why you need all that stuff for a trip to Primark . . . Continue reading

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