Saunterings:  Walking in North-West England
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97.  Remeandering the Lyvennet
Part of the Lyvennet was remeandered in 2014. We went to see if there were any sign of it now – and to
walk in the quiet Lyvennet valley, which is tucked away in the rural region between Appleby and the M6 at
Shap. The Lyvennet arises on Crosby Ravensworth Fell as Lyvennet Beck, flows north for about ten miles
through the villages of Crosby Ravensworth, Maulds Meaburn and King’s Meaburn to join the River Eden near
Temple Sowerby, having become the River Lyvennet somewhere along the way.
We tackled a figure of eight route from Crosby Ravensworth. First we walked north-east to the
ruins of Crake Trees,
once a two-storey tower house. It is of 14th century origin and was abandoned in
1881. As ruins go, this one has gone far – but it has returned a little. According to a man we chatted
to, a lot of money has been spent restoring the ruin so that it is at least safe – so much so that we
were encouraged to walk around it. But why preserve a ruin in a particular state? I prefer a ruin to
be left to disintegrate, naturally.
The ruins of Crake Trees
We walked on, with views of the North Pennines, to Howebeck Bridge, which is over Howe Beck (shown right), and
Dairy Bridge, which is over the Lyvennet. It is here that the remeandering was carried out but, not knowing
what the watercourses were like before, we would never have suspected. The only indication of work on the
watercourses was the fences on the banks to keep out cattle and so enable luxuriant vegetation to flourish.
The banks seemed overgrown. On reflection, however, it is clear that this is their natural state. It is
the other banks that are undergrown because sheep and cattle nibble and trample them.
A watercourse naturally forms meanders because erosive forces are greater at the developing bends.
Over the centuries, therefore, a river becomes more meandering (except when it cuts across the neck of a
meander). Most of our watercourses have been demeandered (that is, straightened) at some time, mainly so
that riparian land-owners may gain more usable land that is less liable to flooding – although hurrying
rainwater downstream may cause flooding there instead. However, a straight river channel, through which
water shoots unnaturally fast, is not good for wildlife. The bed is eroded faster, river sediment is less
likely to settle, small insects cannot survive, and the fish and the birds that depend upon them will disappear.
Consequently, there is a programme to remeander rivers, that is, to reinstall or create meanders where a river
has been straightened. Of course, this may not be possible where there has been building on the bank or where
the landowner objects.
Remeandering is one of a class of ‘rewilding’ projects that acknowledge that our attempts to interfere
with nature have caused problems and that sometimes nature had evolved to know best. Elsewhere in North-West
England there are projects to ‘resaltmarsh’ farmland that has been claimed from saltmarsh, to ‘rebog’ moors by
blocking drains added to improve farmland, and to ‘reforest’ hills from which we have removed trees.
We next came to the village of Maulds Meaburn. Is it for real? It looks like a Hollywood film
director’s specification for an olde Englishe villagee, with a large meadow, a few sheep, a gentle stream,
some neat bridges, and stone cottages scattered about on both banks. However, they seem to have forgotten
the village shop, pub, school and church. Is there any village life? What do the villagers do? There are
a number of footbridges, benches and picnic tables for villagers to wallow in the prettiness, but none were
doing so when we passed through. We noticed one house with a blatantly modern frontage. I bet all the
Maulds Meaburn is, in fact, an ancient village, with the map showing narrow fields stretching out behind the
cottages, presumably a remnant of medieval strip farming practices. The name of Maulds Meaburn comes from a
disagreement in the 12th century between King Henry II and the landowner Sir Hugh de Morville which resulted
in the king taking ownership of part of the land (within which lies King’s Meaburn to the north) and leaving
the rest to Hugh’s sister Maud. The Meaburn part means ‘meadow stream’, of course.
We then walked on past
which has a shorter but more melodramatic history than Maulds Meaburn.
The house was built in 1851 in an Italianate style, with twenty bedrooms, for the brothers Lancelot and
Wilkinson Dent, opium dealers. I expect that there will be a campaign soon to regard opium dealers as we
now regard slavers. The Dent family left in 1973 and in 2000 the house was bought by a couple,
the wife of whom had written ‘Devil Woman’, which was Cliff Richard's biggest US hit. They separated,
leaving the husband to manage Flass House, which he found he couldn’t do without the help of a gang of
cannabis-growers. The five gang members and the husband were jailed for a total of 39 years in 2015.
The house then went to pot as it was vandalised after encouragement by an intruder's Youtube video.
(The video is still on-line: why Youtube continues to show what seems to be an illegal activity and why
the video-makers aren’t charged I don’t know.) The house was sold for £500,000 in 2019. There were some
cars parked but we could see no sign of renovation work.
We duly arrived back in Crosby Ravensworth. An advantage of parking at the middle of a figure of
eight route is that you can leave the food in the van and
have a leisurely break there in the middle
of the walk, which we did, beside a beck (Dalesbank Beck) that runs prettily under small bridges and by the
imposing St Lawrence's Church to join the Lyvennet, with swallows, swifts and martins swirling about.
Lyvennet Beck, south of Crosby Ravensworth
The second, lesser, half of the walk was a simple stroll upstream by Lyvennet Beck, over Holme Bridge, along
to a footbridge, and back on the other side. It was very pleasant and peaceful although we saw nothing of particular interest,
other than many pink granite erratics.
The beck was crystal clear, as it needs to be if it is to continue to host the rare white-clawed crayfish.
As far as I could tell, the beck had been protected and straightened as usual, without any major remeandering.
I wonder how effective remeandering is if it is only carried out on a small part (say, half-a-mile) of a longer
(say, ten-mile) river. If salmon, say, cannot cope with the straight, fast (nine-and-a-half mile) parts then
they may never get to appreciate the meandering, slow (half-a-mile) part.
Whatever, I am all in favour of remeandering myself.
Date: July 11th 2020
Start: NY622148, near Crosby Ravensworth church  (Map: OL19)
Route: N, NW – Crake Trees – N, NE – Howebeck Bridge, Dairy Bridge – S – Meaburn Hall, Maulds Meaburn,
Flass House, Low Row, Crosby Ravensworth – S by Lyvennet Beck, over Holme Bridge – footbridge – N – Town Head,
Distance: 6 miles;   Ascent: 55 metres
98.   Karren and Flora on Hutton Roof Crags
96.   Castles and Towers from the Cross of Greet
A list of all Saunterings so far
© John Self, Drakkar Press, 2018-
Top photo: The western Howgills from Dillicar;
Bottom photo: Blencathra from Great Mell Fell