Skinningrove, a small village lying in a low deep creek of the sea, presents many charms to the admirer of the romantic and picturesque. The broad, level, shingly beach looking upon a vast expanse of waters, the lofty projecting precipes, the gay motion of vessels skimming their native deeps, the glorious diapason of winds and waves along the coast, arouse and elevate the soul with the loftiest and most sublime contemplations.
Ord/Cleveland
We now approach Skinningrove – an astonishing place with a vast iron and steel works along the cliff top, a rather sinister scene which I find strangely fascinating. The very narrow road descends on to the beach by a series of very steep hairpin bends. This strange place has still stranger legends.
Bolton/Revealed
Skinningrove is a very small, very insular village which you can’t see from the main road. It’s fiercely independent, fiercely protective and it’s very hostile to strangers. The men of Skinningrove believe that the sea in front of them belongs to them. Other people say of Skinningrove, ‘oh, Skinningrove – that’s where they eat their babies’. It is a pretty tough place, and it is a pretty fantastic place because people are obsessed with the sea.
Chris Killip
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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