Saunterings:  Walking in North-West England
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132.  Three Viaducts and a Tunnel of the Settle-Carlisle Railway
I was pleased to see that throughout the 80-page
Yorkshire Dales National Park's Conservation Area Appraisal of the Settle-Carlisle Railway
the viaduct below Whernside is referred to as Batty Moss Viaduct. It is conceded that the viaduct is now
more commonly known as the Ribblehead Viaduct but the Area Appraisal itself does not use that name.
It also describes the Settle-Carlisle Railway as “a folly that was an accidental by-product of two rivalling companies”.
In The Land of the Lune
I had suggested, not altogether seriously, that the viaduct should be called Batty Moss Viaduct, for four
reasons: (1) Batty Moss Viaduct is the original name; (2) It is the convention to name viaducts after what
they cross, which here is Batty Moss; (3) The viaduct does not cross the Ribble and is not really at the
head of Ribblesdale – if anything it is more at the head of Chapel-le-Dale; (4) The construction of the
viaduct was somewhat batty.
By the last point I meant that it seemed strange that in order to connect Ribblesdale with upper Wensleydale the railway line was taken over into Dentdale and out again, necessitating the building of three large viaducts and two long tunnels, when there was a more direct route through Widdale, where the B6255 now runs, which would appear to need no viaducts or tunnels. No doubt, there were reasons but, on the surface, it seems a foolish or batty decision. I wouldn’t, however, consider the Settle-Carlisle Railway to be a ‘folly’, in the sense of a whimsical structure intended to amuse us. It was a very serious undertaking, costing a great deal, in money and lives.
The plight of those who helped build the railway deserves a fuller discussion which I will leave to
a later Sauntering. On this occasion we focussed on the structure itself, which the Appraisal considers to
be “arguably the finest example of a ‘totally integrated’ engineering approach of Victorian times”, “the
most scenic railway line in England” and “the last British line to be largely built in the traditional
‘manual’ way” using a workforce of thousands of navvies.
We got off the bus at Ribblehead Station, where the bus waits for rail passengers wanting to transfer
to the bus in order to get to, say, Swaledale. The whole area around Ribblehead was packed with cars, basking
on a sunny Bank Holiday Sunday. We walked past Batty Moss Viaduct along with many walkers heading for
Whernside but we left them to walk up Blea Moor on the path that runs directly above the Bleamoor Tunnel, which at
1.5 miles long is the longest tunnel of the Settle-Carlisle Railway. Reaching a height of about 500 metres, we
had the tunnel some 150 metres below us. This tunnel was the most expensive structure
of the whole line, being dug primarily by hand, although today, of course, there is relatively little to show,
above ground, for all this effort. There are piles of stone debris and a few air shafts, through one of which we heard a whoosh as, we assume, a train passed below.
A shaft of the Bleamoor Tunnel (Ingleborough to the left, Whernside to the right)
Dropping down into upper Dentdale through the remains of the conifer plantations there were spectacular views of
Dentdale with the railway line sweeping along the eastern flank. Beyond Dent Head Farm, there’s a view of the
Dent Head Viaduct of ten arches. We paused at Bridge End, where we had said that we would review our plans.
I had originally thought of walking to three viaducts but it was a hotter day than we were used to. I
would have been content now with two viaducts and a long siesta. But Ruth was for pressing on, keeping us on
our legs for most of the 7½ hours that we had to fill between the buses. It was certainly pleasant enough
strolling down Dentdale alongside the River Dee shimmering over little waterfalls. We passed a body spread-eagled
on rocks by the river-side, sun-bathing or dead, we weren’t sure.
Dropping down into Dentdale, with the railway line emerging from the tunnel to the right
Dent Head Viaduct
After reluctantly repelling the entreaties of a lad at Stone House tempting us with ice-cream, we paused for
a sandwich (ice-cream before lunch is just not de rigueur) by the path that passes under the Artengill Viaduct
of eleven arches. This viaduct is made of the local ‘Dent marble’, a fossil-rich form of limestone. On an
earlier occasion we had paused to look at the fossils in the large limestone blocks at the base of the viaduct
but this time we continued, rather wearily, up the long track, until we reached the Pennine Bridleway at a height
of about 500 metres again and
could at last begin our return towards Ribblehead. Most of this bridleway path was as smooth as a
snooker table and it was possible to walk barefoot, which is to be recommended. Ruth said that she got a
second wind during this stretch. I was still on my first wind but I had little of it left.
We continued accompanied by many skylarks and with fine views, as we’d had throughout the walk, stimulating
reminiscences about previous expeditions over these hills: Great Knoutberry Hill, Wild Boar Fell,
Middleton Fell, Dodd Fell,
Pen-y-ghent, Pendle, and Ingleborough. Crossing the road, we now joined the Dales Way, where Ruth glided
ahead like a gazelle over the moors (if we had gazelles on our moors) while I trudged, exhausted, behind.
I restrained her for a while with a drawn-out exposition of the plot of a Friday Night Dinner episode, the one
where Jim tips paint over himself. But then she was off again.
At last, the end was in sight, the Station Inn at Ribblehead (for us, the bus stop thereat, not the pub).
We dropped down to the road but walked across the moor ten yards above it rather than beside it, since it was
busy with cars and motor-bikes. At this point, I realised that, in the urge to get underway in the morning, we
had passed the Batty Moss Viaduct without really paying much attention to it and without taking any photographs.
So, as we had a little time to spare, I summoned up my last dregs of energy, to follow Ruth over the moor to the
limestone outcrop of Runscar Scar, from where there is a grand prospect of this magnificent structure.
Batty Moss Viaduct, from Runscar Scar
Returning to the road, we had an ice-cream, our first al fresco ice cream since the summer of 2019. By such small steps we are measuring our return to ‘normality’. And by such a multitude of steps, I am exhausting myself (Ruth less so, it seems).
Date: May 30th 2021
Start: SD764790, Ribblehead Station  (Map: OL2)
Route: NW past Ribblehead Viaduct, N on Three Peaks route – Little Dale – N, NE
over Bleamoor Tunnel, N – Bridge End – N – Stone House Bridge – E up Arten Gill, S on Pennine Bridleway –
road – NW, S on Ribble Way, SW, SE past Winshaw – B6255 – SW just north of road, W – Runscar Scar – S –
road – SW – Station Inn, Ribblehead
Distance: 13 miles;   Ascent: 420 metres
© John Self, Drakkar Press, 2018-
Top photo: The western Howgills from Dillicar;
Bottom photo: Blencathra from Great Mell Fell