There have been times while tramping up Ingleborough that I’ve mumbled to myself ‘I wish there was a bus up here’ (perhaps not as politely as that). But the pain is soon forgotten when I take in that fabulous 360 degree view from the top. I can’t imagine that such a reward would feel so satisfactory had I actually reached the summit by tram – a form of transport once suggested by a Victorian entrepreneur. I wonder how the great hill and Ingleton below would have developed over the last century had his plans, outlined inside this month’s magazine (out now), been carried out. To some, the Three Peaks of the Dales signify the pinnacle of Yorkshire hills but much further up the Pennine chain lies the mighty but far less appealing Mickle Fell, the tallest mountain in the North Riding. In this month’s magazine one 80-old reader tells his own tale of how he conquered the county’s highest peak. Someone once told me that the top of Mickle Fell was the only place in Yorkshire from where you could see both the North Sea and the Irish Sea with the naked eye – no doubt one of our readers will confirm.
Photo shows Ingleborough from Crina Bottom. The tram would have followed this route up the hill.