Gunnerside: Hidden Heritage

Last week I enjoyed a fabulous walk in the Swaledale area of the Yorkshire Dales.  The walk almost imperceptibly climbed out of the quant village of Gunnerside up the Gill of the same name.  Back in the 1800s this was lead mining country and boy could they mine back then.  Today we talk, debate and campaign against the raping of the Earth and its natural resources.  I doubt the miners of bygone days cared little about preserving resources.  Guess those were simpler albeit short sited times, but they didn’t have the luxury to be selective or the knowledge of their impact on the environment?
 

Gunnerside Gill: a picture of desolation

As you climb up Gunnerside Gill the scale of the mining operation and the scarring of the land become more apparent and almost unimaginable.  The land is barren and will not sustain vegetation for decades and centuries to come.   Despite the desolation caused by man the scale, location and contrast to its surroundings make Gunnerside a wholly beautiful place.  Faced with such an outlook I like to let my mind wander and spirit myself back to the days when the mining activity was at its height.  Blackened faced men trudging home after 12 hours of toil underground.  The noise of wagons being loaded to the brim and transporting lead down the valley, worn out picks on hard rock, even tortured screams from the many miners injured or killed in what compared to today must have been intolerable working conditions.

All this visual and mental stimulation got me thinking. At what point does an abandoned industrial landscape become a heritage asset?  40, 50 or a 100 years?

 

To my knowledge there are no modern industrial and scarred landscape that have been retained, protected and are cherished.  Old car plants have been demolished and been covered by little boxes we call home.  Quarries are turned into The Eden Project.  Power plants are decommissioned and turned into Forest Parks.  And many other such places are secured behind high barbed wire fencing and a plethora of “keep out” signs.

Above Gunnerside Gill

I have little doubt that if Gunnerside’s mine and spoil ridden landscape been abandoned in the last 20 years we’d be deafened from the cries to reinstate it back to its former glory with a massive programme of heather planting.  Perhaps Gunnerside is a beneficiary of its location?  It’s out of sight to those who live in the valley below, there are no roads up the Gill, and walking for leisure is a relatively recent activity.  As a result I suspect the mining area was forgotten, ignored and the elements moved in to do their work in carving out a ghostly image of days long past.

What I do like about Gunnerside in particular is the fact that it remains almost untouched by the modern approach to heritage and tourism management.  Yes, there’s one or two fading interpretative signs, footpaths criss-cross the area and the odd mineshaft is fenced off for safety reasons, but otherwise it appears untouched since the day those miners left for the last time.   It’s not unique.  There are other examples of an industrial landscape having been left to rot – so to speak.  The Cornish Alps and the Coppermine valleys above Coniston are two that spring to mind.  The latter is scattered with rusting vices, wagons from the mining railway, giant cogs and ruined buildings all with a mountain backdrop and overlooked by holiday cottages.

Starbucks of Gunnerside?

You’ll be thinking, places like the Black Country Living Museum and Beamish are major attractions but we all know these places have been given the Disney makeover.  As great a day-out they are it’s obviously the romantic side of a past industrial age.  Even places like Liverpool Maritime are surrounded by regeneration and modern glass and steel structures, providing an atmosphere lacking any true sense of what once was.  Just go to London Docklands on a wet grey day and the cold cuts to the bone, not just due to temperature but largely because the lack of any soul.

Coppermine Valley: A Future Mine Train Ride?

In a country often accused of being strangled by health and safety regulations I wonder how long it is before Gunnerside and Coppermines are fenced off.  Crumbling buildings pulled down before they fall down, all the “dangerous” contraptions taken away for scrap, mine shafts and levels sealed and gated.  Or worse still the Disney machine comes in and creates a mine train experience and converts peat drying rooms into coffee shops fitted out with plasma interpretation screens.  All of which leave little to the imagination.  Hopefully this never happens and the ghosts of miners who toiled exploiting the earth for future economic growth are left in peace forever disturbed only by walkers who make the effort to climb out of the valleys.

The South Pennines: The Other Way...

I live in the lee of the South Pennines and it’s my backyard.  The area has masses of things going for it, including stark moorland, gritstone edges, steep valleys, plentiful broadleaved woodlands, ruined mills, picturesque canals, literary fame, hilltops monuments and undulating packhorse trails.  You will have heard about Haworth and the Bronte Sisters, and whilst I wouldn’t discourage you from walking in the footsteps of Heathcliff and Cathy there are less heralded highlights that might be of more interest.

Rochdale Canal

The South Pennines is an area of high ground linking the Peak District and Yorkshire Dales.  It is traversed by The Pennine Way and a circular route from the many of the valleys up to the famous National Trail would make a grand day walk.  But in my humble there’s a more recent addition to the National Trail list deserving of greater recognition and being far more interesting – The Pennine Bridleway - http://www.nationaltrail.co.uk/PennineBridleway/.   The Bridleway was official opened as a full route just last year – 2011 – and is about 130 miles in length including 2 loops around Settle and Rossendale.

The charm of the Bridleway is that it follows some very ancient packhorse routes that unlike its more famous big brother links lots of local communities in the lower reach of the hills.  This makes access to the route and circular walk planning easier and more varied.  Good transport links enables lengthy stretches of the Bridleway to be covered in a single day.

 

Pennine Bridleway

The packhorse routes provides great character to the Bridleway, well it does for me.  I adore the way these ancient routes of yesteryear contour the side of the hill.  Beyond that the idea that these routes came about as a result of gouging toll keepers in the valleys gives them a certain entrepreneurial mystic.  In addition, I like to allow the imagination to run riot and envisage the thousands of animals from sheep to geese that trotted or waddled the route, little did they know every step took them closer to market and their eventually doom.

From a photographic aspect the often walled and rutted pavement of the Bridleway provides fabulous leading lines for landscape photography.  The numerous ruined farmsteads and watermills that the packhorse trail served are also atmospheric subjects that the camera loves.



The Bridleway is a perfect leading line

Leading lines is a composition technique in photography.  Simply it is a subject in the photography that draws the eye toward the main focal point of the shot.  It can be a wall, river, footpath, road or even a shaft of light.

So get hold of the OL21 South Pennine map, the Pennine Bridleway is on there - look a little west of the Pennine Way – and plan a wonder.  Or better still get involved in the forthcoming South Pennine Walk and Ride Festival - http://www.walkandridefestival.co.uk/.  The Festival starts on 8^th September and runs for 2 weeks with events throughout the region.

Footsteps is running 2 photographic walks as part of the Festival.  On the 8^th a 6-mile walk takes in the Pennine Bridleway from Whitworth - http://tinyurl.com/Bridleway-Walk and on the 22nd a varied trek again of 6 miles visits a fabulous old packhorse route and returns along the Rochdale Canal - http://tinyurl.com/PackhorseCanalWalk.   Why not pop along pick up some great tips and maybe even be a feature in future blogs.

Supermodels in Yorkshire’s Heather

I’m resisting the temptation to use these early blogs to bore you with information about me and my photography.  My profile, @FootstepsFoto and https://www.facebook.com/FootstepsFotography will provide you with plenty on all that stuff.  The blog is more conducive for imparting knowledge of where to go, little photography tips and relaying tales of adventure, characters, local history and general musings.

You’ll quickly pick up on my desire to get away from the madding crowd.  I’m not conceited enough to think that my blog will be so widely read that presently unheralded places will become immediate honey traps –all the same keep them between just you and I ok…?

The North Yorks Moors National Park, http://www.northyorkmoors.org.uk/, is one such gem, located east of the A1 around the Whitby and Scarborough area.  The proximity of those resorts means plenty of people whiz along the A-roads that border the Park to the north and south.  But if you use your indicator before reaching the coast then a treat awaits.

The best time to visit the North Yorks Moors is late August when the stark moorland bursts into a mass of pink and purple as the glorious heather blooms bright against big skies.  A splendid feature of the Park is the many high moorland roads linking isolated and charming villages.  These vital arteries mean you don’t need to walk for miles to find solitude and to appreciate the moorland beauty.  The Moorsbus services also provide lots of routes in the summer that crisis cross the Park and will drop you off at footpath junctions, car parks, pubs and villages on request.  Most villages have a little chalk board with times listed, [http://www.northyorkmoors.org.uk/moorsbus/].  So there’s no excuse for not exploring the hidden depths and heights.



The Hole of Horcum in 2008

I first visited The North Yorks Moors back in August 2008 and visited the Hole of Horcum and the sea cliffs around Robin Hood’s Bay.  This was in the early days of my growing interest in photography, as the quality of the shot above The Hole of Horcum shows.

The Hole of Horcum is 400 feet deep and was allegedly made by a Saxon giant called Wade, who scooped out of the earth to throw it at his nagging wife.  Or was it created by boring old and slow geology?  Make up your own mind, either way a grand 5-mile walk from Levisham takes you through the Hole and back over the moors - making a grand half-day out.

Upper Rosedale from The Ironstone Railway

My latest visit to the area was just last week and centred on Ryedale and the lovely village of Rosedale Abbey.  If you’re going to Rosedale for the abbey you will be disappointed as it has gone without trace, well its stone is probably in every building in the village– don’t blame me take it up with Henry VIII.   It also boasts to be home to Yorkshire’s favourite pub, The White Horse Farm Inn.  It’s more of a gastro-pub than a beer drinking haven although they serve a descent pint, pleasant enough if you like that sort of thing – my favoured pubs will feature here at some point.  Above Rosedale you will find the Ironstone Railway, or to be more accurate it’s track bed.  It once formed part of an extensive moorland railway or tramway network linking the iron mines to the outer world.  The mines are still evident in these parts and enhance the landscape and its atmosphere.  The railway now provides a superb flat snaking high level route above Rosedale with views into the dale and over to early warning station at Fylingdales.

View North from The Wain Stones

At the northern edge of the North Yorks Moors is the wonderful Cleveland escarpment.  A well maintained and clear path take you from Clay Bank car park on the B1257 over 3 distinct summits – The Wain Stones, Cold Moor and Cringle Moor – with marvellous views over Teesside and the distant Yorkshire Dales and North Pennines.  The Wain Stones is a superb place for photos using the rocks as foreground interest on wide landscape shots.  The viewpoint on Cringle Moor is a lovely spot for lunch and it was here that I bumped into 2 young women, still in their teens and with the looks of supermodels.  Always keen to have a chat I discovered they had just taken up walking and over lunch they picked my brains to find my favourite walks and tips about clothing and equipment.  Can’t recall the last time a teenager asked my advice on clothing – never is the answer if you’re curious.  Hopefully my advice fuelled their interest long into the future.  So if you do come across two supermodels on the summit of Black Fell near Hawkshead you have me to thank…

Cringle Moor: beware of supermodels

Anyway, back to the walk… as you descend Cringle Moor to the west a bridleway going off to the right brings you back under the escarpment through the heather, skirting the pine forests and back to Clay Bank.  In all about 7 miles with several easy climbs over a leisurely 3-4 hours, the bit along the forest can be a bit soggy.  If you get to the car park and the weather isn’t great do the walk in reverse and with luck when you get to the best photo opportunities the light will be better.

So next time you’re bombing up the A1 and decide to go to Whitby and fight the crowds queuing for fish n chips and staggering up the 199 steps to the Abbey think again.  Venture into the moors and dales instead, go in August and you’re sure to leave with a sprig of heather in your radiator and a warm heart with a promise to return.

 

NEXT TIME:  South Pennines: Packhorse Trails and Canals