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Rosedale East

Ten miles from Pickering is the village of Rosedale Abbey. There is no Abbey just a rather nice parish church which I once visited for Sunday Spires a few years back. There is a pub and a campsite and super riverside cafe selling cream teas. Stock up because we are going exploring. 1 1/2 miles out of Rosedale Abbey on the road to Castleton is a sharp left turn to Upton, otherwise known as Rosedale East.

Pretty and peaceful, the Dale spreads out in front of you. But look closely, because that is not a natural view. Once upon a time this valley ( Dale) was once completely forested. Gradually it was cleared for sheep to graze and the wealthy to shoot grouse. The moorland heather and gorse took over. But look again even closer, notice that there appears to be a ridge or road running along the far side. It’s not a road but the remains of a railway which runs right around the Dale. For this was once the hub of  coal mining and iron works which only stopped production in the 1920’s. Let’s walk.

A few houses remain. This is School Row, now mostly second homes and holiday cottages.

And this is High Row. Again no phone signal here, get stuck and you will need that phone box.

The iron works were very short-lived. This little community went from 558 people in 1851 to 2,839 in 1871,then 1396 in 1901 to 286 in 1961. Each house was occupied by a family and several miners who lodged with them. Everyone else was housed in Rosedale Abbey.

I visited at the end of April, the sun was shining but boy was it windy. Imagine what it must have been like to work there through some really severe winters.

Let’s go on.

This farm stands on the site of what was the iron foreman’s house. The miners had to walk up the track every day past his more luxurious accommodation to go to work. Passing the house on the left the track becomes the old railway line, all that remains of that is a cinder track.

This is what remains of the Coal depot, for this was the end of the railway which transported iron up to North East.

Walking along the top of the Dale now past the Old calcinating Kilns where the iron ore was processed.

The chimney up above is a ventilation shaft for the  coal mines below ground.

Looking back along the way I walked the railway is the lower ridge and the tramway which connected everything is above, by the remains of buildings on the higher level.

Here I paused at the site of a ruined house.

Love the fireplace, and can you imagine the view from the window.

I clambered up to the tramway with numerous rabbits for company to explore the top buildings.

A row of cottages.

Workshops long gone.

Not a bridge to nowhere but the forgotten entrance to a coal mine.

I say a while , just me , the curlews and rabbits. Peaceful and calm. All the noise and busyness gone, but not forgotten. I shall find out more, I am hooked on this place.

So long Rosedale East.

I hope you enjoyed my walk and exploration of quite a different kind of Yorkshire village. And if you ever go yourself, tell the rabbits I sent you.

 

 

 

 

Back Yard Exploration!

The heather is out on the North York Moors in all its glory, and it being Bank Holiday weekend Mr E and I had a day out, exploring our own back yard, never getting further than 15 miles from home.

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The smell is just divine, imagine honey and then more honey and that’s how the moors smell at this time of year.

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This is Farndale, love the remains of the stone building in the background.

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And this would be Rosedale, looking beautiful and completely natural, look carefully for all round this Dale are the remains of

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a railway line which served the needs of the local iron industry. At one time Rosedale also had a glass blowing industry the furnace for which is in the Ryedale Folk museum, and from the talk at our Family History Group this week I hear that come this winter the glass furnace will feature in a programme made by the Countryfile team.

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My little camera tried as hard as it could to show the remains of the iron industry, which if you click on the picture itself you may be able to see.

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Scattered across the moors are waymarkers/crosses like this one. The Ralph Cross, now symbol of the park authority,is possibly 700 years old.

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This is Duck Bridge and is a medieval pack horse bridge, not wide enough for cars but just wide enough for a pack horse with fully laden paniers to pass over.

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Pretty narrow! Enough to perplex any sat nav- fortunately there is a ford just the other side. Here’s another..

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This one is called Beggars Bridge. The story is that a poor young man called Tom Ferris fell in love with The Squires’ daughter, Agnes. Tom went away to sea and wished to say Goodbye before he left, but couldn’t cross the river by the Ford as the river was in full spate. Four years later he returned a wealthy man, married his Agnes and built the Bridge so that no couple should ever be unable to see their loved one.

Just love these old tales.. Onwards

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Have to have a picture of sheep on the moors. The sheep know exactly which their bit of moor is and don’t stray, somehow the knowledge is passed onto the lambs by the ewes. You do have to drive with care as they wander onto the roads and into the villages. I don’t want to make this post too long but I have some super pictures of sheep for another post.

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So I will just leave as I began with the lovely heather on the moors- this taken near Hutton le Hole.

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Hope everyone in the UK enjoyed the Bank Holiday weekend, and some managed to do some exploring in their own neighbourhood.

 

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