THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Tripsdale, roughly two miles south-west of Fryup, is one of the most remote and inhospitable regions of the moors. Its precipitous banks and tumbling cliff-edges, veiled in almost permanent darkness and thickly disguised by tangles of heather and bracken, hide entries to underground caverns, some the remnants of ancient industry, others carved out over centuries by the snaking course of Tripsdale beck at the valley bottom. Stiflingly hot and assailed by clouds of insatiable midges in the summer months, and frozen solid for long periods of winter, Tripsdale is, conversely, both a desperate place for an individual to attempt to eke out survival, and the perfect place to hide.

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