In the UK we have a pretty muddled system with regard to access. In Scotland they have technically at least, an open access policy although some feudal landowning relics still attempt to keep the public off their sporting estates through threats, intimidation and obstruction.
An increasing problem which I’ve encountered several times in the past few months has been a situation where local authorities and agencies like Natural Resources Wales-formerly the Forestry Commission and National Trust- have imposed access restrictions or complete lock outs on traditional public paths and bridle ways. In this litigious age the old ‘Health & Safety’ guidelines are wheeled out with undue haste it seems, as soon as a potential problem is detected. Notably, when a pathway suffers damage through landslip erosion and/or subsidence.
A perfect example of this came last week when I was up on the North Yorkshire coast between Scarborough and Whitby. I was planning to lead a small group of younger family members on the short but spectacular walk from Port Mulgrave to Staithes. Taking advantage of the tide being out to pick a way under the tottering, friable cliffs to follow the shoreline and return via the Cleveland Way. I’d been down to Port Mulgrave before and found it a fantastic spot. A circular bay backed by verdant cliffs with an amazing collection of raggle-taggle fishing huts dotted around the shore resembling a Jamaican shanty town!
Reggae Reggae Yorkshire!
History lessons and military strategy aside, what met us at the start of our descent were several ‘Path Closed- Landslip’ signs. Erected by the local authority- although truth be told, it could have been the National Trust who own large expanses of the coastal environs. Signs which would have deterred most casual walkers-my own party included-from venturing down. However, experience has taught me that when faced with these official looking edicts one should always adopt the Walt Whitman ‘Resist Much-Obey Little’ strategy!
Pretty soon we reached the slate strewn shore and carried on around the coast to Staithes. If you’ve never visited this beautiful little fishing village then rounding the cliffs to see the tumble of red roofed pantile houses and old sail lofts stacked up in front of you, sure is a great way to see it for the first time.
Partaking of a Cappuccino and bagel in Staithes we returned under swollen blue skies along the Cleveland Way from whence we came.So..the moral is, if the powers that be tell you not to proceed......proceed!