Horton-in-Ribblesdale 10-09-2017 – Leader Rosemary

Horton-in-Ribblesdale 10-09-2017 – Leader Rosemary

On a grey, cloudy, but dry day, 6 walkers met at the village of Horton-in-Ribblesdale.  The weather forecast was quite grim, with varying amounts of rain predicted, from light to very heavy showers.  We set off with an optimistic attitude but tinged with realism that we were going to get wet!

A footpath named Horton Scar Lane opposite the café was the first path we followed.  This stony walled  track allowed some clear views of Pen-y-Ghent, all the time ascending gently.  At a junction of paths we continued straight on and walked onto grassy Horton Moor.  Hull Pot was soon visible and we all  peered into the chasm.  This is thought to be the largest natural hole in England, and was formed when a cave roof collapsed.  Gentle drops of rain started to fall as we followed Hull Pot Beck.  The water was very deep in places, as we discovered when trying to cross!  We then turned onto a track which led over Black Dub Moss Bog and Red Moss Bog.  Red grouse were our only companions.  The ground  as expected was extremely wet and our progress was slow as we navigated our way.  Eventually we left the bogs and descended down on a decent path.  In the distance and through heavy rain, we could see a steam train that added interest to the gloom.  Plenty of steam was billowing across the landscape as it made its way along the track.

Lunch was taken sheltering at some outbuildings at High Birkwith Farm.  Nobody was around to ask permission, but as the rain was very heavy we thought no one would object to our presence!  We continued  on our way to Low Birkwith Farm, walking along the side of Coppy Gill.  The sounds of this babbling brook were heard as we followed its course for some way.  We reached Selside and the B6479 road.  The place name Selside is derived from the old norse selja – willow – and saetr – mountain pasture or sheiling.  The decision was made to shorten the walk because of the rain.  The road was followed and then we walked across Low Moor.  This was poor pasture,  pock marked with small sink holes, a reminder of lead mining in the area.  After a short time on the road again we came into Horton-in-Ribblesdale.  Tea and cakes were taken in the café.  The walk was just over 9 miles and, though we were all damp around the edges, we felt  that the day had been worthwhile.

Thanks to Jean for taking photos and assisting with navigation.

(Write up Rosemary, pics Jean)

Slideshow below, but if you wish to see a static view of the pics all in one go, then click here.


  1. Three photos including Ann. Must be an all time record!

  2. Since Rosemary likes poetry, she may find the following words from ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ to be appropriate:

    Water, water, everywhere,
    Nor any drop to drink.
    The very deep did rot – Oh Christ!
    That ever this should be.
    Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs,
    Upon the slimy sea.


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