Farmland ruins

[Landyman]

Having spent my holiday on the moors with @Gator i have been given a history lesson on some of the old ruins that cover the area, and it fascinates me as to how people and where people lived hundreds of years ago. Here are some pics of old and more recent ruins . Does anyone else have them on their farmland and know the history.

In its day this was a very big farm and some of the windowsills and lintels are still on the ground

To most folk its just a pile of rubble but its amazing what you can find on close inspection.

even the old buildings from when they built the reservoirs have tell tale signs to what they were used for.
This one was an old smithy and there are a few scattered about , the giveaway is the forge in the corner

 

[mtx.jag]

Having spent my holiday on the moors with @Gator i have been given a history lesson on some of the old ruins that cover the area, and it fascinates me as to how people and where people lived hundreds of years ago. Here are some pics of old and more recent ruins . Does anyone else have them on their farmland and know the history.
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In its day this was a very big farm and some of the windowsills and lintels are still on the ground
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To most folk its just a pile of rubble but its amazing what you can find on close inspection. View attachment 445582even the old buildings from when they built the reservoirs have tell tale signs to what they were used for.
This one was an old smithy and there are a few scattered about , the giveaway is the forge in the cornerView attachment 445584
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Cracking pics,hope there is more to follow!!

 

[Landyman]

This is another blacksmiths shed further up the valley at the side of the old tramtracks that the horses pulled the carts up

You can still see the route they took

And everynow and then the tracks appear out of the grass

 

[Lincs Lass]

Developers round here would bulldoze that away and stick an housing estate on it ,,got some 250 year stone barns in this yard but in another 6 months theyll be gone through the crusher

 

[Landyman]

Changed the title from farm ruins to farmland ruins, a lot of the pics around here are associated with the building of the reservoirs cue @Gator . He has some cracking pics and especially ones from the building of the ressies

 

[Landyman]

This is what was a corn oven its not a great pic but gator has a better one

But note the arched roof and not a stone out of place.
There are some big cellers nearby i will get some pics tomorrow

 

[Gator]

Changed the title from farm ruins to farmland ruins, a lot of the pics around here are associated with the building of the reservoirs cue @Gator . He has some cracking pics and especially ones from the building of the ressies

Great thread Pete, I'll have to get all the all the old pics together later, didn't think folk would of been interested. We've done a lot of research, the mrs un I over the years, researching the old farms, going through all the old censuses, old maps. Our hills where alive ( q music, haha) 13 farms, all gone now only us left. Will root some stuff out toneat.

 

[Gator]

The old corn kiln, still stood up after 200 years and not a stone out of place

 

[Gator]

One of the old farms on the moor. Coldgreave. Built 1742 and stood till the 60s

Nothing left of it today only the garden wall. Taken this mornin.

 

[foxbox]

Those tracks could give you a hell of a surprise!! Beautiful pictures, looking forward to more please.

 

[Gator]

The name given to this farm was Guttfordacres and the middle of the 15th century the name Rag hole appears, which means rugged hole and makes reference to the idea of a cavernous valley. The same source gives that acre is from the Anglo Saxon acer, meaning corn land. This place is mentioned in the Black Book of Clayton, which is a charter relating to the Byrons of Clayton.

Old barns and shipon, house at the top.

Just a few ruins left to show the foot print of the farm buildings.

This is a copy of a will of a John Butterworth who live here.
The will of John Butterworth, dated March 11th 1701, and proved 5th October 1703, contains only minor family details. With a statement that an inventory taken gave a valuation of £12-18s-6d.
John Butterworth of Raghole by his will dated 28th April1718, and proved 11th December 1718, contains the following paragraph:-
“Unto my wife Anne Butterworth all the household goods which I have with her, and which came out of Saddleworth I give unto my wife, one cow, one cupboard, all the pots, plates and also other objects which were my sons Johns also one waist coat and pair of breeches which were my brothers James, like wise give unto my wife 10 gimmer ewes all the meal and bacon which I have.”
This inventory, not given was valued at £124-0s-10d.

 

[Gator]

Those tracks could give you a hell of a surprise!! Beautiful pictures, looking forward to more please.

Could go on for hours, got tons of stuff, but you'd soon get fed up

 

[Gator]

Doldrums.
This was also a pub, guest house. A stop over for farmers walking their stock to local train station to be loaded then off to market. There's nothing left now.

This was taken from the local paper of the time.He seems to have our sence of humor

High up on the hills, commanding an extensive view round about Ogden, Newhey and Milnrow, stood the ruin pictured above. That a farmhouse should be built in so sequestered a spot is not surprising, but it seems strange indeed that a building so remote from human habitations, and so far from any highway should at one time have been a public house. That, however, is no doubt explained by the fact that there were several small collieries in the neighbourhood. This old building was known in the district by the strange name of “Doldrum Clock”. The appellation has a sort of hereditary origin. One of the most original and humorous characters that the district has produced was Charlie-O-Clock, whose Sunday name was Charles Mills. He had a brother, David-O-Clock, and their father, who lived at Rough Bank, was best known has “Owd Clock”. Inquiries as to how the byname “Clock” originated have so far failed.
“Owd Clock” played bass fiddle in Lanebottom Chapel, and Charlie was spoken of by the older generation as a “grond hont wi’ th’ fiddle. He farmed the acres attached to Doldrum’s as well as being the licensee. One story told of him was that having on his hands a horse, cow, pig and a piano, which he wanted to dispose of, he hit upon the brilliant idea of adding to the collection three ewe lambs (to bring up the valve somewhat), and offering the whole lot to a man on condition that they were to be paid for at a rate of 3½d per lb. The offer was accepted, and Charlie informed his customer that the horse was no good, the cow was no good, and the inside of the piano was not as good as it used to be, but that what he lost on the horse, cow and the piano he would make up on the ewe lambs. No doubt the lambs did their best to level up the bargain, but reports say that the cow and the horse were patriarchs, and the piano had seen better days. Strange as it may seem, Charlie was evidently one of those folks who thought it possible for human beings to fly if suitably equipped. Nowadays, when man’s conquest of the air is already well advanced, we forget in our admiration of the marvellous feats of the airmen, the many men of former generations who were the obscure un-named pioneers of flight, and whose only reward for faith, ingenuity, and daring were disaster, or at least the jeers and laughter of their fellows.
A young man of athletic build lodged for a time at the Doldrum public house, and Charlie got him interested in the subject of flying. After a great deal of discussion as to how the thing should be accomplished. Charlie constructed a pair of wings, and it was agreed that as the young man was the lighter and more nimble of the two, he should have the honour of testing the new invention. The end of the Shippon roof was chosen as the jumping off place, and he was to fly to the house, which stood as now on the opposite side of the road. A ladder was brought from the barn, and the young man, with the wings securely tied to his shoulders and arms climbed to his elevated post. Charlie gave the word of command, and spreading his broad wings our airman committed himself to the fickle element. Now at that particular time there was near the Shippon a broad deep midden, with plenty of straw among the dung, and not unduly dry. Into this our airman shot with the speed of a falling star, Charlie staggered back, half blinded by the jets of filth which shot forth, his plight was indescribable.
Charlie was sympathetic and did all he could to help his unfortunate friend, but as is often the case with enthusiasts the accident in no way destroyed his faith in the invention. To the young man’s expressions of disillusionment and disgust, Charlie repeatedly replied “Nay, tha should ha’flapped thi wings oftener, lad.” Rightly or wrongly, the victim of the experiment was convinced that his friend was “laughing up his sleeve” at his misfortunes, and was determined to “pay him off.”
At the time there was on the slope of Dick Hill (the hill immediately behind the house) a little colliery shaft, fitted with windless and bucket, were Charlie worked when not otherwise engaged. Shortly after the flying fiasco he had the occasion to go down the shaft, and the young man would lowered him as usual, but no sooner had the worthy stepped out of the bucket than the young man wound it up to the top, and went away for the afternoon. Presently, Mrs Mills began to wonder where her husband had gone. The hours pasted, and the farm building and every room in the house was searched, without result. Once in crossing the road Mrs Mills thought she heard a far-away call. Suddenly she thought of the pit, and hurried to the spot. Leaning over the edge of the shaft she was greatly relieved to hear a familiar voice, demanding with considerable emphasis that the bucket should be lowered.
One time in the winter Charlie was troubled with his chest, and went to see his doctor. He was supplied with a plaster and told how to apply it to his chest. A day or two later, the doctor happen to meet Mrs Mills, and asked her whether the plaster had done her husband any good. “Hay,” she replied. “He near geet it on his chest. Cat’s etten it up, an’ its din ill ere sin,” was the response.
We had some friends visiting the other day, and Barbara told us how Doldrum got its name. She said
that when the wind is blowing all over the moors, all around Doldrum it is very still, not a breeze can be felt
and that is how it got its name .

 

[llamedos]

A few more of Coldgreave - incidentally I found mention of its name having come from the medieval as meaning cave in hollow.

 

[Landyman]

The cellers above ians from the front

The staircase into them

Sodding carrier bags get everywhere
Inside the vaults

 

[llamedos]

Another of Raghole once it became derelict.

 

[Kevtherev]

Very interesting pictures folks

 

[Gator]

A lot of the farm's started to fall into ruin not log after the reservoirs where built, 5 where finished in 1866 and the last one Rooden was finished in 1901. A few photos of um building Rooden.
I've posted afew of these before.

The stone masons, the guy wi the bowler hat is the master Mason and the guy stood on the box is the blacksmith who makes all the tools.

 

[Gator]

Very interesting pictures folks

Just put a digger on for ya kev

 

[Kevtherev]

@GTB have you got any of nantymoch ?