If you want to go down into Fryup Head from Wolfpit, you have to be careful how you go, because the path is so steep and rugged and broken, with great rocks as big as cottages lying about every here and there. Except where the tall crags, from which these rocks tumbled some time or other long ago, or the fallen rocks themselves make it impossible, there are trees growing; fir trees most of them, but also birches and hollies and rowan trees, and a few oaks.
Atkinson/Giant Killers, 1898
More striking are the immense slips at Great Fryup head on the western slope, where an irregular confusion of huge mounds and deep depressions, caused by large landslips from the cliffs above, is known as Fryup Hills.
Elgee/Moorlands, 1912
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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