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Showing posts with label White Scar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label White Scar. Show all posts

Monday, April 2, 2018

Two days in the Yorkshire Dales to visit caves and to walk : Part 3: White Scar Caves

Read my second of four posts HERE.

Today morning, on the second day of my two-day holiday to the Yorkshire Dales, I went to visit the White Scar caves near Ingleton. Ingleton is a neighbouring town to Clapham, and the way to go there was by hiring a private taxi. The guy who came to pick me up to go to the caves was one Ian Whithouse - or something similar to that. I really enjoyed his company. 

But even before that, it was the exhilarating breakfast Alan served me in the restaurant. I had expressly told him that I would not be eating pork or sausages; hence, he prepared a full English breakfast with boiled eggs instead of the pork. There were roasted tomatoes, fried mushrooms, a potato hash brown, and some potato chips as well. Additionally, I partook of a bowl of muesli with milk, a few slices of bread with butter and jam, and a glass of orange juice. Tea, of course, was served. 

Back to my journey, then. I arrived at the caves an hour before the opening times. and so hanged around the entrance in a room with a few tables and chairs. When the cave opened, I was in the first group. Our guide was Tom, a very knowledgeable and vocal person who made the visit really enjoyable. This venue was much bigger than the Ingleborough caves. The guided tour took around 70 minutes and involved a long walk of over a mile including the return to the outside. There were only six other visitors with me. Hence, we got a very good lesson and demonstrations of the various sounds and sights. 

These caves have dummies of human beings whose histories are tied into the history of the caves. There are internal waterfalls, and the flowstones and the stalactites and stalagmites have formed interesting shapes which have been given names based on what they look like - such as Judge's Head, Devil's tongue, Sword of Damocles, old woman's false teeth, witch's hat, witch's fingers. and so on. We also went up a long flight of stairs into an upper cave. On the way, we saw fossils within the walls - of clams, worms and other smaller organisms fixed in stone for over 200000 years - back in time when the caves were under water.

Here are some photos.


Main entrance of the White-Scar Cave

At the entrance

Dummy representing the discoverer of the cave, John Long, who found these caves in 1923

A waterfall inside the cave

Leaking surface water flows in between the crevasses

We walked over these wire meshes as a river flowed under our feet.

A limestone formation

A stalagmite


A calcite stone that forms the limestone caves

This could be Cleopatra even!

In this particular case, a stalactite and a stalagmite have fused together to form a column

This cave's version of a Sword of Damocles

Witch's fingers

Devil's tongue

Tom leading us up the flight of stairs

Fossils inside the walls

Fossil with a conserved phone

A newly formng stalactite is a hollow tube.

A stalactite close up

Hundreds of new stalactites inside the roof of the large cavern

Dummy of a young caver girl who discovered the new cavern above the older cave. The tiny hole next to the dummy is the opening she crawled through





After leaving the caves, I went on to return to Ingleton town with a fellow-tourist who gave me a lift in his car. He left me near the start of the Ingleton Waterfall Trail, which would be my next activity for the afternoon.

More on this activity in my next POST.

Two days in the Yorkshire Dales to visit caves and to walk : Part 1, The Journey and the Hotel

Last week, I took my two off days in the middle of the week to proceed to the Yorkshire area. Travelling to Clapham, where I had booked a night's stay at the Brookhouse Guest House. 

The journey from my home to the hotel took nearly three hours. I had to take a bus to the Blackpool North station (10 minutes, plus a waiting time of 15 minutes), from where a rail-replacement bus took me to Preston (50 minutes, plus a waiting time of 11 minutes); from here, it was a short rail-ride to Lancaster (24 minutes, plus a waiting time of 12 minutes); and, a railroad journey of another 40 minutes to Clapham. However, this does not finish the journey. From the station, it was a long walk of 1.7 km to the guest house. This is a sleepy village in the Dales, and there were no taxis or any people on the roads, so, it was pretty much down to me by myself as I walked the distance to get to the guest house. 

Here are some photos of the route I took from the Clapham station to the guest house:

No one on the road - a very quiet but pleasant walk


Ewe with her lamb in one of the fields

Another one with two lambs

This is the ram with a pigmented face quite different from the ewe

All kitted up for the strong, cold wind and the showers that are a part of the UK climate

Arriving at the Brookhouse Guest House
To be honest, the day was a sunny one with the temperature in the high single digits. It soon moved on past 10, and stayed around 10-12 through the morning and into the early afternoon. Arriving at the guest house, I rang the bell and was immediately welcomed by Mr Alan, who, I later learned, is the sole proprietor, manager, service provider and chef of the property. I was shown to a very well-kept room on the first floor. Interestingly, the rooms (all 4 of them - and similar to each other) - were named after localities around Clapham. My room was called the Ingleborough room. It was a single room with a nice double bed, streaming sunlight, a TV with Freeview channels, and a very clean and well-accessorised bathroom-cum-toilet. 

Some photos of the guesthouse and the facilities:

The flight of stairs

The Ingleborough room

Room 1: corner 

Room 2: Wall decor

Me inside the room

Room 3: Bed and TV with tea and coffee machine

Restaurant 1

Restaurant 2

Alan, the proprietor, chef and everything else


Restaurant 3

Restaurant 4
After leaving my luggage in the room allocated to me, I set off immediately to go to the Ingleborough caves. More about this in my next post.