Review of Ernest Baker's book Moors, Crags and Caves of the High Peak and Neighbourhood, by Julie Bunting
This review is by Julie Bunting, and was published originally in
The Peak Advertiser, the Peak District's local free newspaper,
on (unknown), and is reproduced with Julie's kind permission.
MOORS, CRAGS AND CAVES
OF THE HIGH PEAK AND NEIGHBOURHOOD
This is a long-awaited reprint of the classic work by
Ernest Baker, an early enthusiast of walking, rock
climbing and caving in and around the Peak. The exploits
in this book took place in the early 1900s, with Baker
leading a group of walkers and climbers belonging to the
renowned Kyndwr Club.
Access agreements lay many years ahead but Baker was a man
ready to trespass in pursuit of his goals, outwitting
keepers on the high moors and enduring extreme discomforts
both above and below ground. This is how he and his
companions were received at the Yorkshire Bridge Inn after
descending from a blizzard on Bamford Edge: '... each was
admitted only after the courteous landlord had raked him
fore and aft with a brushwood besom and chopped the
icicles off his whiskers with a big pocket-knife, a
painful purification ...'
Rock climbing was such a novel pursuit that a tin box was
left on top of a summit named the Inaccessible on Robin
Hood's Stride, where successful climbers could deposit
their visiting cards! Certain manoeuvres are read with a
shudder, such as the Wharncliffe method of crossing
fissures: 'Stand bolt upright on the edge of a rock tower,
facing another rock tower that is sundered from yours by a
chasm 50ft. deep. Throw your arms straight up, then bend
forward stiffly till the hands touch the opposite wall and
your body bridges the gap. Bringing one foot forward to
steady yourself, you drop your body across and rest on the
edge of the tower by the forearms, then lift yourself into
safety by a movement of the wrists.'
Exploration of the underworld is described as 'an
uncleanly topsy-turvy pastime'. This phrase makes perfect
sense to one who once emerged coated in mud after
adventure caving in Bagshaw Cavern (on behalf of the Peak
Advertiser). In addition to Bagshaw Cavern, Baker and his
group went far beyond the tourist routes inside most of
the show caves of Castleton, including being lowered into
a Bottomless Pit in a bosun's chair. Worse still were the
subterranean terrors of Eldon Hole with its evil
reputation. Small wonder the early cavers coined the
phrase 'cave fright'. These men had only candles to light
their way but were burdened with the means to illuminate
the massive caverns they discovered - lamps with
accumulators, magnesium wire, limelight and 'fire
balloons' powered by metholated spirits.
These old accounts are bound to have particular appeal to
those who follow the same activities today but will
nevertheless have wider interest due to Ernest Baker's
descriptive style and the variety of familiar landmarks.
'Moors, Crags and Caves' is published by
Halsgrove at
£14.95. In stock locally or to order by quoting
ISBN 1-84114-171-2