Spaunton Moor in the rain

October 19, 2020

Spaunton Moor  (28/08/2020)

Weather, not a good thing to start with but as I start walking on Spaunton Moor today this is exactly where I am going start.

I sat in the room waiting for my wife to start her interview I could hear the wind whistling through the gaps in the window frames. Not a bad thing. The rain hammering on the glass watching streaks run down it. So, a walk then.  I wouldn’t be around to disturb her.

Spaunton Moor is about a mile from the B&B and I had been hankering to get out here for a few days. It was raining. That’s like saying water is wet. It does not do justice to the torrent of water falling from the sky. Not only the downpour but it was being driven by the wind and as hit my face it stung. Looking across the barren moorland you could see the sheets of rain falling like curtains across a stage. Great grey cloaks sweeping across the vista. A moving mist.

Just a side note how come none of my so-called waterproofs are actually that. Do I not pay enough? Or do I go out in extremes that push the limits?

I love the moorlands. They are stunningly beautiful even in the driving rain. I am not sure if it is how barren they are. Not desolate but bleak and unforgiving.

From Lastingham, where I started this walk and back on the return you are greeted with vibrant purple heather. The small flowers move in the wind. You are never told, and in these days of constant chasing around, never have time to stop and see the huge range of tones and colours. This depends on the age of the plant and whether you can see the underside or not. They are there if you look though.

Ana Cross

The walk finished. The halfway point was Ana Cross. This was a small stone cross on top of the moor. I would suggest the view would be fantastic but today it offered a minimum of protection from the wind and rain.

By this time it didn’t matter how much protection I had. My boots were filled with water, my trousers plastered to my legs and water was wicking both down and up my tee-shirt. Despite the waterproof having a head of 10000mm. Put briefly drowned look. In a shower at full blast fully clothed.

Wind, driving rain, soaking wet. The beauty of the moors. What could be better?


Until I saw the valley that led to Hutton Le Hole. Tree-lined and heather-clad, the wet saturating all the colours, bringing a different more vibrant life to it.

Ok, Spaunton Moor is bleak and has that forsaken feel. But that is not where the drama is but in the stunning panorama. Layer upon layer of gently rolling slopes. The heather providing a contrast to the falling rain. It feels like Dartmoor should, and I love Dartmoor.

I think what is sad is that the UK has such a huge and diverse range of landscapes from the flat fenland of East Anglia to the rocky highlands of Scotland and everything in between but we are all so concerned with jetting off to foreign climbs to escape.

While on our doorstep….


I knew it was raining when I left and there was no way that any of my equipment would be able to cope with the sheer volume of rain that was falling so no images. But it has highlighted to me that I need to go back when it is not so wet and do some serious photography there. This has been booked for next year so I have plenty of time to look and plan the best time of day. Decide how I am going to capture the raw beauty of the moor.  Keep an eye out for these


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