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: John and the Taggy Man
Thursday
24th August 2023
Have
you heard about the Taggy Man? I hadn't,
but more about him later.
You've
probably never heard of John Herbert Strutt. Until the other day, nor had
I. It was Mick who told me about him.
First though, let me tell you about his ancestor, Jedediah Strutt.
Born
into a Derbyshire farming family in 1726, Jed (to his pals) developed a coal-carrying
business before inventing the Derby Rib machine. This was an attachment to a frame
that enabled ribbed stockings to be produced.
Manufacturing hosiery was the start of his fortune. Subsequent profitable collaborations with
Arkwright and others led him to becoming a "man of enlarged benevolence
and active philanthropy.”
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John
Herbert was the last of the line. After
Harrow and the army, he worked at his family's estate in Belper before moving
to Cumbria in 1968. Similarly a
philanthropist, his main interest was wildlife; particularly butterflies and
parrots.
His
estate, just outside Kirkby Stephen, has recently been opened to the public by
the creation of, our target, the John Strutt Conservation Foundation Circuit.
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Mick
had heard about the circuit from his pals
and suggested it was something we might
like to try today, especially as it would
keep us well away from the Lakes school
holiday honeypots.
We
gathered at the main Kirkby Stephen car
park and set off into the old town. I
thought Tony might like to be photographed
next to the statue of his amorata, Lady
Anne Clifford. However he refused
point blank as he thought it looked nothing
like her. Well, if anyone should know,
it's Tony. Someone suggested that
it represented "the spirit of Lady
Anne". Tony just harrumphed.
Mick
decided that we should follow the Circuit
in reverse rotation to the prescribed route
so that we could have an optional extension
at the end. Leaving the town in an
easterly direction, we dropped to Frank
(whoever he was)'s bridge and up to the
Hartley quarry on our right.
So
intent were we at looking into the quarry.....
.....
that we totally missed the remains of the
ancient settlement on our left!
We
then threaded our way through fields to
the Long Rigg scar. Unfortunately
visibility wasn't as good as we might have
hoped but we did get a reasonable view of
the Pennine hills .....
.....and also the Nine Standards.
At
noon, Bryan silently showed me his watch
and nodded towards Tony. I knew what
he meant. For once, Tony's body clock
had let him down and it was a full ten minutes
before he demanded we stop for lunch.
By now, the hills were clearer. With
a bit of imagination we
could even see the Great Dun golf ball radar
station in the far distance and, much closer,
Lady Anne's Brough Castle.
Our
return was along the dismantled railway
track which has, for a stretch, been adopted
into the Circuit. It passes through
a cutting with steep rocks on either side.
Some thought that it ran through a
divide between limestone and sandstone.
Others weren't convinced.
On
entering more open land John's Circuit departs
for Kirkby Stephen. However we continued
along the track, hoping to get a sight of
Hartley Castle. We couldn't. Then
we passed over the Podgill and Merrygill
viaducts.
With
certain exceptions, to my mind viaducts
seem more interesting when looking up at
them than when crossing them. Much
depends on the view of the terrain below.
Podgill disappoints as, although the
drop is considerable, the land below is
substantially over grown. Merrygill
is a little better in this respect.
Soon
we encountered the Poetry
Path- several rocks with verses carved
on them. No doubt the were clear when positioned
in 2004 but now some are hardly legible
due to moss and other vegetation obscuring
the text. What could be read wasn't exactly
inspiring but perhaps we're just Philistines.
It was novel.
Of
greater impact than either stones or viaducts
was the water cascading under the Stenkrith
bridge. What followed was a pleasant
walk along the river bank back to Kirkby
Stephen.
Once
more the Spirit of Lady Anne was eschewed
but much time was spent exploring the Parish
Church.
There seems to be some confusion
as to which Saint it is dedicated or, indeed,
if any.
Strangely, its prize exhibit
is not Christian at all. It's a stone
depicting the Norse god Loki.
At the
rear are several fine and extremely old
tombs.
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Now
for the Taggy man.
At eight o'clock
each evening the church's Taggy Bell is
rung. Any child not home by
that time will have to beware capture by
the Taggy Man. I suspect John Strutt
was never that naughty.
It was at
a much earlier hour than eight when we were
captured by the Taggy Man- the pub of that
name where it would be a delight to be confined
for the night.
It's a gem.
Don,
Thursday 24th August 2023
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