To Stockton next, whose fair neat streets proclaim

Clocina there does not presume to reign.

By thee enrich’d, fair Teisa, merchants here

Like princes, all magnificent appear;

With Pallas’ spirit, shipwrights are inspir’d,

Of her noble art they have acquir’d.

Smooth Teisa gently glides away from hence

To Portrack, ships of burden now advance

To take the loading that the keels have brought;

Around we see the little barges float;

Some busy, take away their foreign store,

Others, of our own produce, are bringing more.

From Anne Wilson’s 1600-line poem Teisa: A Descriptive Poem of the River Teese, Its Towns and Antiquities  published in 1778

Beacon Moor

After a heavy week of Amioderone, Adrenaline and ALS assessments I needed a long slow traipse home.



Sandy Lane – Patterson’s Bank – Beacon Moor – Burleigh Moor – Falkland Walk – Errington Wood – Quarry Land – Pithills – Corngrave – Hob Hill Lane.



Airtling – Aiming or intending to proceed in a given direction

The study of words may be tedious to the schoolboy, as breaking stones is to the wayside labourer; but to the thoughtful eye of the geologist these stones are full of interest; he sees miracles on the highroad and reads chronicles in every ditch. Language, too, has marvels of her own, which she unveils to the enquiring glance of the patient student. There are chronicles below her surface, there are sermons in every word.

Lectures on the Science of Language by Max Muller 1885