Saunterings:  Walking in North-West England
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158.  Around the Kisdon Triangle: Muker, Keld and Thwaite
The Chris Park book on Swaledale and Richmond (Park, 2014) describes the Kisdon region in
upper Swaledale as “one of the most characteristic and attractive in the whole of Swaledale”.
And therefore in the Yorkshire Dales, since Swaledale is one of the most characteristic and attractive of the dales.
Swaledale, looking downriver, with the River Swale hidden in the trees to the left and with
Muker hidden to the right
Kisdon itself is an isolated hill reaching 499 metres. It forms a rough triangle of high
ground, with the small villages of Muker, Keld and Thwaite at its corners. Along the sides of the triangle
are the River Swale to the east, the small stream of Skeb Skeugh to the
west, where the Swale used to flow before being diverted during the last Ice Age, and Straw Beck to the south.
Within this region we see all that we hope for from the Yorkshire Dales. Green meadows, some of them in varying states of yellow at the time of
our visit because of the on-going hay-making. Sheep, of the Swaledale breed presumably, with no-longer-lambs.
Grey dry-stone walls creating the small fields. Traditional stone barns, most of two storeys and in a
state of good repair and, it seemed, in use and not just a tourist attraction. Sparkling rivers and becks,
generating a number of waterfalls, although not, of course, at their best after the recent dry spell.
Patches of woodland, many of the dark green of alder. Small villages of grey cottages that have developed naturally
and therefore somewhat higgledy-piggledily. Isolated farm-houses and, no doubt, holiday homes
nowadays. A few hostelries providing refreshment. Evocative remains of old mining industries.
Dramatic white limestone scars. And a millstone grit cap on Kisdon sufficient for a
mantle of heather to generate an area of open moorland.
After a cappuccino in Muker we set off north and dropped down to cross the River Swale
by a high bridge. The river was low but it was obvious that it sometimes isn’t. There was a wide,
dry, stony bed, with high bank protections. The Swale collects all the rainwater that falls on
the extensive moorland to the west and flows through the valleys of Great Sleddale, Birkdale, Whitsun Dale
and Stonesdale to reach here.
Swaledale, looking upriver, with the River Swale to the left and with Swinner Gill ahead
It also gathers the water from Swinner Gill, a ravine to the north, up which we walked next on a thin path through young
bracken. The path is high above the beck, which had
sufficient water to create a series of attractive waterfalls. The signs of the old lead mines are
gradually disappearing. It is no longer a grim, barren valley, as the spoil heaps become overgrown
and the cliffs seem more natural. We didn’t locate the footbridge shown on the map but on
closer inspection of the map now I suspect that we didn’t go quite far enough up the valley. The
fact that there was no need for a footbridge had lured us to cross the beck too early. Not finding
the footbridge meant that we didn’t immediately find the footpath on the northern slopes that leads
to it. So we scrambled up through the bracken and rocks until we eventually reached the path.
We always like a bit of off-piste scrambling to enliven our outings.
Passing the ruins of Crackpot Hall, we joined the wide, well-worn path, with a good number of
sunny summer Sunday walkers, to reach Keld. The name Crackpot was originally Crakepot, from the old
English word for crow. The hall was built as a shooting lodge and then became a farm until literally
undermined by all the mining hereabouts. Now its ruins enhance a photogenic view along the Swale
valley towards Muker and across to the hill of Kisdon.
Crackpot Hall and Swaledale, with Kisdon to the right
Keld is a more scattered community than Muker, with most of the houses lying on a side-road that drops
down from the B6270 to the river. From Keld we walked south on a path that crossed countless fields,
small enough that at each wall we could usually see the stile in the wall ahead. In any case, the
path has enough walkers to make the direction clear on the ground. It passed several fine barns and provided
excellent views of Kisdon, eventually reaching the third corner of our triangle, the village of Thwaite. Here
we had a decision to make: should we walk the two miles through more fields back to Muker or should we
pause for a tea break at the Thwaite tearoom and catch the bus from the corner of the Buttertubs road?
Thwaite, with Kisdon to the right
It was a hot day and the drink was very welcome. I had looked at the
of the Kearton Country
Hotel and tearoom beforehand and had been surprised not to find any explanation there of its name.
So I asked the man at the bar and was relieved that he knew that it was named after the Kearton
brothers, pioneer photographers and naturalists who were born in Thwaite. However, I sensed that he was somewhat
jaundiced about this association. He waved towards a row of the Keartons’ books high on a shelf,
inaccessible to all, and mentioned that there were portraits in the hotel lounge. I went to have
a look. There were indeed two portraits but not really much about their work. He referred to
the ‘bandwagon’ of people who have lately become interested in the Keartons as a result
of David Attenborough saying that they had been an inspiration to him in his younger days.
I suppose I was on that bandwagon so I retreated to our table outside.
Nowadays every wildlife TV programme ends with a section showing us the lengthy, harrowing ordeals
suffered by the film crew while struggling to record, say, fifteen seconds of a snow leopard. However,
these crews are lucky that they weren’t working in about 1900 when cameras were much heavier, noisier
and slower. The Kearton brothers, Richard (1862-1928) and Cherry (1871-1940), had to
invent many techniques to enable them to photograph the natural world. For example, they developed an
elongated tripod that required one of the brothers to stand on the shoulders of the other to
take photographs. They also had a dead ox hollowed out by a taxidermist so that they could position
it in a field and then crawl into the belly of the ox, with a camera lens poking through its head.
They called this object their ‘stuffed ox’, although it wasn’t stuffed until one of them crawled inside.
Judging from their
Wild Nature's Ways
(1903), the word ‘hide’ was not yet used for a hidden
observation position – otherwise they might have called it an ox-hide.
The Keartons are said to be the first (in 1892) to photograph a nest with eggs and they were certainly among the first to publish wildlife books illustrated by their own photographs rather than by drawings. Richard went on to a career lecturing and writing about wildlife, while Cherry became a pioneer of motion photography. Perhaps if they had been born later they wouldn’t have just inspired David Attenborough – they would have been members of his film crew, or even taken the role of Attenborough himself, as they certainly had the character, enthusiasm and knowledge.
As we wander about the surrounding countryside, it is good to picture the young Kearton brothers being enthused by the local wildlife to begin a lifetime of photographing and writing about not just the local wildlife but also the fauna of Africa and Australia. We may also respect the Keartons for being, unlike other wildlife photographers, and indeed most men, of the time, against hunting as a sport. They were content to shoot animals with their cameras.
I feel that the Kearton Country Hotel owners are not so much missing a trick with the Kearton
brothers but not making the most of it. Given that this is prime walking country, being on the Pennine Way, most of their clientele would be fascinated by a proper exhibition of their work. Perhaps any new owners (the hotel is currently for sale) will agree.
Date: July 10th 2022
Start: SD910978, Muker  (Map: OL30)
Route: (linear) N, SE – footbridge over the Swale – N, N along Swinner Gill
– just short of the East Grain tributary – W, SW – Crackpot Hall
– W – footbridge over the Swale – W, S (short stretch of B6270), S on footpath through fields – Thwaite
– S – corner of Buttertubs road
Distance: 7 miles;   Ascent: 150 metres
© John Self, Drakkar Press, 2018-
Top photo: The western Howgills from Dillicar;
Bottom photo: Blencathra from Great Mell Fell