Roseberry Topping watches over Teesside like a big friendly giant. For those, like me, who grow up in the area, its crooked peak signifies childhood days in the country. And, when we return home, no matter how long we’ve been away, its distinctive silhouette on the horizon acts likes a familiar face welcoming us home.
As I mentioned in my post about Saltburn-by-the-Sea, my hometown Middlesbrough is close to so many North Yorkshire beauty spots. So, whenever I’m home, I always try to squeeze in a day out. And, this time was the turn of Roseberry Topping.
As I alluded to in my intro, this distinctive hill is quite legendary in these parts. I’d go as far to say that every Teessider harbours a soft spot for the ol’ topping. Instantly recognizable thanks to its jagged cliff, there’s no mistaking this local landmark for any other hill.
We – that is me, six friends, one boyfriend, and three dogs – tackled the climb up Roseberry Topping on a bracing but bright winter’s day. The sun sat low in the azure blue sky and frost crisped the grass under our feet. In short, it was the perfect, clear weather to climb the area’s most famous summit.
According to Wikipedia, it was his regular walks up Roseberry Topping that first ignited James Cook’s passion for adventure. However, the only new world we’d be searching for after our hour-long climb would involve a crackling fire and an ice cold pint.
When we got to the top, the weather was so clear that we could see all the way across to the North Sea. We also eyed up Captain Cook’s Monument, Guisborough Forest and the North York Moors beyond. And, it was bloody lovely.
We stayed atop the topping for as long as the biting winds allowed. Then, after making the journey back down with only a few slips, we headed to the nearby village of Great Ayton. Here, we reward our own efforts with some pub grub and a quick pint before heading back to Middlesbrough. All in all, a great day well spent!