Nicholas Hitchon, whose life was chronicled in the acclaimed “Up” series of British documentaries, beginning when he was a boy in the English countryside in 1964 and continuing through the decades as he grew to become a researcher and professor at the University of Wisconsin.
Nick Hitchon at 14 in 1971. He represented the rural child in a film series that sought to portray a cross-section of youngsters from Britain’s economic classes / ITV Studios/First Run Features
He was born on Oct. 22, 1957, to Guy and Iona (Hall) Hitchon, who had a farm in Littondale. He studied physics at Oxford University, earning a bachelor’s degree there in 1978, a master’s in 1979 and a Ph.D. in engineering science in 1981. Soon after, he left for the United States to teach at the University of Wisconsin
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Monday, 16 June 1823
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off (from Settle) at 7 12/60 – Got to Horton (Golden lion Inn, opposite the church) at 8 50/60 – 6 miles the rudest road we have Travelled – stone walls all the way – the Ribble on our left – its stony channel frequently almost dry – High white mountains on our left – Penigent to the right 2 miles to the Top of it, starting from Horton – a huge mass rising in bulky majesty from his mountain base – neat white washed church and Inn at Horton –
It surprises me to find such good stabling at all these out-of-the-way places – a Mr Foster, of Chapham, has the largest property of anyone here – The freeholders are all joint lords of the manor – they wont let the manor for some of the freeholders like to shoot – consequently anyone who likes shoots on it, for none prevents them – and there is always game being close to lord Ribblesdale’s and Mr Farrer’s (of Clapham lodge) preserves – Nothing but stone walls here as about Settle, etc etc –
the Ribble seems to wind more than either the Wharf or Are – 2 or 3 miles from Settle (yesterday) the river made 3 remarkable windings –
and in another place formed a little verdant island pasture – the pastures everywhere very rich – Stainforth a very neat village – mowing there – the 1st grass cut we have seen –
Set off to Penigent (from Horton) at 10 after a good breakfast of boiled milk – the coffee bad, that my aunt was obliged to take to milk – Excellent bread here as at Malham – good everywhere, but at these 2 places remarkably so – the dry toast capital – 50 minutes getting to the end of the lane leading to Penigent – 200 yards further to the left, Hull pot hole – about 60 yards long by 30 or 40 deep – the water of this cavern (vide the next page line 12). goes down thro‘ Horton – having sunk from the bed of its stream into the Earth, perhaps 50 or 60 yards before it reaches the cavern –
At a little distance to the left higher up, Hunt-pot hole
peerhaps 30 yards by 20 – the fissure § in the cavern, into which the water falls after having made a pretty cascade into the cavern, is about 3 yards wide in the widest part, and perhaps ½ yard wide in the narrowest part where the spray formed a beautiful rain-bow – this water crosses that from the other hole §§, and comes out at Batty-wife hole (vide line 6 from the top of the next page) – About a couple of hundred yards from Hunt pot hole, there is a cavern, entered by ‘a little pot-hole’ – the guide (Christoper Armistead) has been 100 yards into this cavern – might have gone farther, had he had more candles – the cavern 2 ½ yards high, and wide enough for one person to go along –
At the point of an angle, as it were, between Hull pot and Hunt-pot, a small piece of water (a small lake) called Tarn-bar 7 yards deep of water – perhaps 80 yards across, and 3 times that in circumference – we saw it from a distance on ascending the steepish part of Penigent, and perhaps these dimensions that the man Told us may be Too little –
At the top of Penigent, on the great end, at 12 47/60 – Little end ¾ mile off – we had not time to go to this, nor to take pains to go to the opposite edge to look down upon Littondale, and its villages of Arncliffe, Halton Gill, etc
Looked down upon Horton, Newhouses, Saleside, and about 2 miles from the latter place a farm house called Gawber, in a meadow field 3 or 400 yards below this house, the source of the Ribble, called Ribble-head – Moulton, a long, lofty range of limestone rock
§§ (Sunday 13 July, 1823. How does the man know this? Is this apparent in the cavern, mentioned line 8 from the bottom? I seem just now (4 p.m.) to have some recollection
white and water-and-weather-worn like that at the top of Malham Cove, stretching along above Horton, and abutting Inglebro’ – Whernside to the right of him – as it were darting out from behind him to continue the line of rampart on that side of the valley –
1/2 mile directly above Saleside Alum pot – a young man from Leeds was nearly lost there yesterday-week – he had gone to see it with a young woman went too near the edge, the sod gave way – he caught hold of some twigs which fortunately did not break, but he hung over the abyss for some time before he could recover himself – he trembled all the day afterrwards – Beyond Gawber (vide line 2 from the bottom on the other side) Batty-wife hole – the water from Hunt pot hole comes out here, and runs into the Ribble – Chapel in the dale 9 miles from Horton –
At the top of Penigent (great end) looking down on Horton, Pendil hill on the left, Inglebro’ right ahead then Whernside (not the Whernside I saw, that is behind us) – Shadows of the clouds on the sides of the hills have a curious effect – a person unacquainted with the thing, might take them for dark green spots on a calm day – but when the wind is high they run along with the clouds very fast – Could just discern the sands above Lancaster, looking over the foot of Ingleborough to the left – Begin to descend Penigent at 1 1/2 – Returned by Dowgill Scar, a pretty little cove at the bottom of which escapes the water from Hull pot hole, and runs down thro’ Horton – In the centre of the cove, about mid height, a large piece of rock overhanging 4 or 5 yards, under which I sat writing this last minute in my note book – Scotch fir and larch plantation here – too much of it – rather hides the cove –
Got back to the Inn at 2 3/4 – Determined to take the guide, go with my aunt in the gig as far as Alum-pot and Ribble-head, and strike right across up to the top of Inglebro’, go down upon Chapel in the dale and meet my aunt there and the see the caverns –
Off from Horton at 2 55/60 – The guide rode behind George on Percy – Got to Saleside ‘short of 3 miles’ from Horton (rough hilly road) at 3 3/4 – my aunt and George waited with the gig at Saleside, a public house, and 2 or 3 cottages –
the guide and I walked right up the hill, and in 1/4 hour came to Alum-pot, the most frightful looking both the guide and I agreed, we had ever seen – perhaps the association of ideas had some influence – we had both of us the man hanging by the Twig in our minds’ eye – we made it out it must have been at the south end near an ash bush – as well as I could calculate by my watch, a stone about 10 seconds in falling to the bottom,
perhaps 30 yards or more by 20 or more – a shallow stream fell into it at the south east corner, and there seemed to be an archway at the North end perhaps an outlet from this tremendous hole – we could not tell – almost impossible to get near enough with safety to have a good view – the hole is very properly entirely enclosed with a highish wall which we ventured to climb over, safely enough, tho’ strictly warned not to do so by the Innkeeper at Saleside –
About 2 miles beyond Saleside stopt at the farm house on our right (called Gawber xxx) – the guide and I turned thro’ the farm yard down a meadow, and crossing in the next field saw Ribble head
very clear, good water – perhaps 1/2 yard deep – no boling up to be seen – perfectly still – a narrow ditch with a little round head –
It was now so late, I gave up all thought of going to the top of Inglebro’ (it would be 4 long miles there and 3 down to Chapel in the dale) gave the guide 4/. with which he seemed well pleased, and got into the gig, and drove off – Perhaps 1/2 mile from here turned to the left along the road to Lancaster by Ingleton, the road to the right leading to Hawes etc and Richmond – soon came to the 24 mile stone to Lancaster (6 from Ingleton) – at the turn into this road we had opened into the valley between Inglebro’ on our left and Whernside on our right, the river Greta running in a shallow stream along its stony bed, apparently dry in many places – Inglebro’ magnificent – abutted by 3 xxx huge steps, as it were, of bare rugged limestone – far superior in appearance to Penigent howver fine, and Whernside – these great mountains and even Pendil hill also, all much the same shape – a torso rising on immense mountain bases – here the valley worthy of North Wales – the finest mountain scenery we have seen in Craven – this is certainly the best side for the ascent of Inglebro’ – Perhaps of Whernside also –
Sleep at Horton – or Ingleton is only six miles off from the place where it appeared as if one ought to ascend – at the mile stone marked 18 miles from Lancaster and 10 to Settle, turned off (tho’ 1/4 mile from Ingleton) to Settle having missed Chapel in the dale § , and being anxious to get to Settle in tolerable time having ordered beds there and a dinner at 8 – we had inquired just before we got to this last mile stone and were told by one of the lime-kiln men that Chapel in the dale was to the right 4 miles back on the road we had come –
Got back to Settle at 8 55/60, and sat down to dinner (2 roast fowls spitted after we got in, very good, etc.) at 9 3/4 – went upstairs to bed at 11 3/4 –
Mrs Peart the banker’s wife Mrs William Priestley’s friend to whom we had brought a letter for Mrs William Priestley, and Mrs Sutcliffe the apothecary’s wife, Mrs Veitch’d sister to whom we had brought a letter from Mrs Veitch, had called on us, and left their card in the morning – Very fine day – [E two dots O one dot, marking discharge from venereal complaint]
left margin:
Horton.
Penigent.
Stainforth.
§ this fissure must be very deep – as nearly as I could calculate by my watch, a stone was twenty seconds in falling to the bottom or in falling till we ceased to hear it –
Alum-pot.
view from Penigent.
Saleside.
Alum-pot.
Gawber, farm-house.
Ribble-head.
Settle.
vide page line 8 from the Top.
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reference number: SH:7/ML/E/7/0026, SH:7/ML/E/7/0027
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So I've made some more decisions!
First off, I bought one of the white-ish Stef Francis threads. I'm going to get the flannel once I know just how big this is going to be, and I'll figure out how much batting I need then as well. I'd need a twin size, but i have some batting left over from the last quilt so I'm tempted to see if I have enough of THAT left over to get a Crib size instead (which is just barely too small.
I had a fabric from the Littondale range I had bought but not used, and I was going to use it for binding, but a) I don't have enough as is and b) it's patterned and I think the binding needs to be plain just to anchor the quilt.
I'm going to look at how much i have of my left over fabrics, to see if i have enough of one of them, but if not I'm also considering the Linnea blenders from Makower. It's a bit annoying that i didn't plan for all this but that's okay, we learn as we go.
Love, Bow x
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