Below Danby, the place of the Danes, lies Wolf Pit Slacks, a hummocky waste as wild as any in the Riding. Here, perhaps, they slew the last of the gaunt grey killers that roamed the moors. Even up to a hundred years ago a few families lived in hovels that cannot have been much worse in the days of Norman serfdom. The floors were of clay; the doors about five feet high led into gloomy cells under a yard-thick roof of thatch. Whole families cooked their food, ate it and slept in one room whilst in the other, divided off only by a low partition, they kept their calves and a flock of hens.
Hillaby/Journey
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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