Gribdale Gate and the Edge of the Ice
A view from Cliff Rigg looking across to Gribdale Gate and Easby Moor, where the monument to Captain James Cook stands like a stubborn finger pointing at the sky. It is a landscape that seems quiet until you realise how much has happened here while human ...
http://www.fhithich.uk/2026/02/24/gribdale-gate-and-the-edge-of-the-ice/
#CaptCooksMonument #ClevelandHills #CliffRigg #EasbyMoor #Gribdale #NorthYorkMoors #geological #history #prehistoric
2001: A Foot and Mouth Odyssey
25 years ago, in 2001, the country fell into an eerie stillness. Across the countryside, the "smell of death" drifted from funeral pyres as millions of animals were burned, transforming green fields into a "gigantic charnel house". What began as a livestock disease quickly became a national trauma, exposing how frag ...
http://www.fhithich.uk/2026/02/20/2001-a-foot-and-mouth-odyssey/
#CliffRigg #NorthYorkMoors #RoseberryTopping #history #NationalTrust
The Belt of Venus
I came across an article the other day about the Belt of Venus. It is one of those quiet marvels the sky puts on without fuss, turning up often enough, yet missed by most people because they are too busy staring straight at the sunset or sunrise like moths at a bulb. The trick is that it appears on the opposite side of the sky.
So, wit ...
http://www.fhithich.uk/2026/01/05/the-belt-of-venus/
#CliffRigg #GreatAytonMoor #NewtonMoor #NorthYorkMoors #Astronomy #sky
The Scar on the Hill: Cliff Rigg Quarry
A dreich veil hung over North Yorkshire this morning, so I look back instead to yesterday, when the sky was clear, the air still, and the sun at least toyed with the idea of shining.
Cliff Rigg Quarry looms above Great Ayton, a cavernous rent in the hillside left behind by an industry that has long sin ...
http://www.fhithich.uk/2025/12/09/the-scar-on-the-hill-cliff-rigg-quarry/
#CliffRigg #NorthYorkMoors #history #NationalTrust #whinstone
From Cliverick to Cliff Rigg: A Ridge of Hunts and Quarries
From the eminence of Cockshaw Hill, the eye is drawn across Gribdale Terrace to the hill that stands proud above the Cleveland plain. Today it is marked on the map as Cliff Rigg, but for centuries the locals knew it as Cliverick.
Ralph Jackson, an eighteenth-century landowner with a taste ...
http://www.fhithich.uk/2025/08/29/from-cliverick-to-cliff-rigg-a-ridge-of-hunts-and-quarries/
Clearing the Past: The Lost Drumhouse of Newton Wood
A morning with the National Trust, cutting back the summer growth from around the brick and stone remains known as the Kip, at the Cliff Rigg end of Newton Wood.
The Kip is the remains of the head of a narrow-gauge tramway incline. Ore ...
http://www.fhithich.uk/2025/08/01/clearing-the-past-the-lost-drumhouse-of-newton-wood/
#CliffRigg #NewtonWood #NorthYorkMoors #history #IndustrialArchaeology #IronstoneMining #NationalTrust
The Cleveland Hills on a Myst-Hakel Morning
I slogged up through the old whinstone quarry, staring at the ground, my thoughts elsewhere. I braced myself to find the usual rubbish left behind by quad bikers, as if the world is their personal skip. I could hear them active yesterday. The frost-covered, sterile earth stretched ahead, with the bikers’ berms and humps standing around like forg ...
Sliding into Oblivion: Adventures in Cliff Rigg Quarry
Ah, Twelfth Night at last—perhaps now we can be rid of those garish Christmas lights for another ten months, though no doubt someone will cling to their festive cheer until next month.
After all the news programmes whipped themselves into a frenzy last might over the impending snowstorm and freezing rain, waking up here in Cleveland to quite a pitifu ...
On yet another foul day …
... so I didn't venture far; instead, just bagging Roseberry Topping and picking up Cliff Rigg on the way back. Cliff Rigg has a quarry that has been the subject of my posts on several occasions.
This ridge is part of the Cleveland Dyke, a tough volcanic rock that forcefully juts through the much older sedimentary formations surrounding it. Forged some 58 million years ago by a v ...
Celebrating Capt. James Cook
Well there goes another February 14th. Evenings of whimsical sighs, chinking champagne glasses, and adoring compliments across the Pacific as indigenous folks send their thanks out to the Hawaiian cousins that took care of business, and finally put an end to the diseased, kidnapping, murderous, thieving invader called Captain James Cook.
So wrote Tina Ngata (Ngati Porou), a Māo ...
Mick Garratt
