Its a kind of strange name for a dale, I often think of a full English when am in the area but then a full English scene I suppose it is. Those bushy oak trees allow your eye to meander into the landscape following the dale that was created and cut by glaciers thousands of years ago. Its a view I have grown fond of over the years and I can sit and watch the light dance its magic across the meadows for hours .
The Matterhorn of the Cleveland Hills as its also known. Roseberry Topping at the height of the Heather season in North Yorkshire.
Once dusk set in good and proper this small fishing village takes on a whole new character.