A walk across the North of England – Day 3
I wasn’t prepared for all the colour on the moors, the clear skies and the larks singing. Also not prepared for the snakes basking in the sun. Where’s the wuthering wind and lowering sky? Plenty of time for that later, dear Heathcliff.
We walked up the steep streets of Glaisdale village and found ourselves immediately on the moor. Strong winds battered the heather and shook the bog cotton but the stroll was pleasant enough along 4wd tracks and finally along the side of a tarmac road that led us finally to the Lion Inn on Blakey Ridge.
An old coaching inn from the 16th Century, it provided us with a hearty dinner and a comfortable room for the night. It’s one of the most remote pubs in the UK and certainly in the crystal clear visibility from the top of the ridge that evening we could see no other buildings in any direction. Not for the last time we remarked that a country which looks, well, insignificant (sorry gammons) on a map of the world, looks a lot bigger when you walk it.
Danby High Moor, 2022, acrylic on cradled birch panel, 20 x 24 cm (8″ x 10″) Visit the gallery