On the ridge between Rosedale and Farndale stands the Blakey Inn, known too many generations of the Ryedale and Cleveland forbears as the Lion Inn.

Few public houses are more remote from the urban world. But round Blakey there is enough evidence that the rigg on which it stands has know travellers since men first set foot in the district.

George Carnard is a 45 year old business man. He is travelling from Liverpool towards Middlesborough one evening and decides to take the unusual route across the moors.....