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Thursday 12th August 2021
Today we were exploring the North Yorkshire Moors. We’ve been lucky enough to come up and spend some time here when Callum was a baby and when he was about 3; it’s an area Jon’s Dad knows well as he grew up here.
First port of call was a small village called Ugthorpe, where Ray’s “Hart” family lived in the 1800s. As with a few of old family haunts, we had a wander around the churchyard to see if we could find the resting places of family. There were a few at Ugthorpe. The grounds were immaculately kept.
Francis Hart 1818-1880 (Jon’s 3xGt Grandfather)
David Smallwood 1786-1866 (Jon’s 4xGt Grandfather – father of Jane Hart, wife of Francis Hart above)
Aaron Hart 1847-1922 (son of Francis Hart above)
Jane Hart 1886-1928 (first wife of Aaron Hart – Aaron Hart’s son)
The Black Bull at Ugthorpe
As well as the Hart’s running the pub for a while, the Blacksmith’s Cottage was next door. Alas the pub hadn’t yet opened so we couldn’t stop for lunch!
After Ugthorpe, we headed into the heart of the North Yorkshire Moors towards Glaisdale and ended up doing a loop around the farms, passing Nab End Farm and holiday cottages we’ve stayed previous (also where the Hart family lived at the time of the 1841 Census!) and eventually onto Lealholm. So picturesque and the sheep roamed freely, the lanes were narrow in places and also some very steep inclines/descents.
We also passed a small hamlet called Green Houses, were another Harrison branch lived in the mid-1800s (the ones that married into the Harts in the 1800s)
We also passed Beggar’s Bridge – just outside of Glaisdale. We got a photo of Callum and Jon on the bridge in October 2007 – 14 years on, you can see just how much he has grown!
Leaving Glaisdale and Lealholm behind us, we headed North towards Saltburn. Everytime we headed from Newcastle to see Jon’s Grandad in Easington, we used to go through Saltburn, down the steep slope and back up the other side. We were hoping to have lunch here – there was a programme on TV with Nadiya and Fred, and one of her favourite restaurants was the fish place overlooking the sea. Well, plans well and truly thwarted as the place was packed. They were queuing to get into the car park and in the car park itself. We even drove around the main town at the top of the cliff and no parking to be found anywhere.
In the end we headed into Brotton, where the Jackson’s that married into the Harts were from. The church in Brotton has only just opened up for burials, we needed to head to the cemetery. None of the pubs in Brotton were open for lunch so we had to head a little further out to grab a bite to eat, before heading back to the cemetery.
Unlike the churchyard at Ugthorpe, this one had been left to nature and very overgrown.
