‘The cool autumn air was heavy, breathless and damp. Fallen leaves lay like a carpet across the rock of the riverbank, slick with the morning dew. The boy picked his way carefully across the pock-marked limestone, his hound close-by straining his lead. The far riverbank appeared tantalisingly close, a mere hop across the turbulent water coursing through the narrow fissure, the noise of the torrent, drowning out all other noise… the boy took the step... the roar of the water consumed all….’

The Strid. The name given to the point at which the River Wharfe is literally squeezed into a teeny tiny limestone channel, the narrowest point being less than 6 feet wide. A stark contrast to upstream, where the river spans somewhere nearer to 60 feet. Yes, that’s 60 FEET wide into less than 6!!!

The extreme funnel effect results in a crazy raging torrent of water, no matter what the weather. And it is this section that has resulted in The Wharfe being named as one of the most deadly rivers in the UK (did you do ‘the most deadly’ bit in a gravelly voice?! I do, every time I read it back!)  Literally nobody knows the depth here, somebody has recently measured it at 65 metres at its deepest point, others disagree, but what is known is that the force of the water has eroded submerged caverns, ledges and tunnels through the rock, which are completely unchartered and totally lethal.

Alright, I’ve laid on the deadly bit quite thick now haven’t I? And I’ll lay it on some more!!! After all, this is an epic place, and an epic tale, and it needs a proper epic scene setting right?!  

The mortality rate of those who have fallen into The Strid is 100%.

And it is that reason why The Strid has many, many tragic and cautionary tales. The most famous being The Boy of Egremont.

Reportedly, the son of Lady Alice de Romilly (the owner of Skipton Castle), he attempted to make the jump from one bank of the Strid to the other. His dog refused to jump, resulting in the boy falling into the water and being sucked under by the current. Whether or not this tale is in fact true, on the basis that he appeared to be signing legal documents well after his alleged death, did not deter old Wordsworth from writing about him (daffodils dude, Lake District), nor Turner from depicting him in a painting. Legend yes, truth…… well I’ll leave that up to you!

Delve a little further into the ghostly stories surrounding The Strid, and you will find that the area is haunted by a horse, sometimes accompanied by a fairy (because what even IS a ghost horse without an accompanying fairy?!) who’s sole purpose is to drag poor unsuspecting visitors under the raging water.

Enough to ruin your picnic eh? Mind you, wasps do a pretty decent job of that anyway!

Want to walk in the footsteps of a ghost horse being ridden by a dastardly fairy, chased by a boy who possibly fell in the water, but probably actually didn’t?! Then find our Haunted Strid walk here!

I would not have been able to write these walks without some of the fantastic resources that I have available.

This walk was inspired by a tale I read in Haunted Yorkshire Dales by Summer Strevens. Her book is available to buy and is literally jam packed full of ghost stories! We just made them into walks! I also LOVED watching the recently viral You Tube video of Jack a Snacks who went on to measure the depth of The Strid with his sonar fishing rod (something a bit Dr Who about that right?!) He has followed it up with a brilliantly honest video about the people who don’t agree with his findings, so I guess the jury’s still out on the depth #science!

The Bolton Abbey website is ace, along with The Yorkshire Dales website. It’s just FULL of information about these wonderful places!

Go have a gander!