The Sir Tatton Sykes memorial pierces the sky like the slenderest minaret. From its base, views extend as far as the eye can see. On this bracing midwinter’s day, winds rush across the prairie landscape.
Minutes later, I’m in the Triton Inn in the estate village of Sledmere, beside an inglenook fire with a pint of Wold Top in front of me.
I’m on the trail of the Wold Rangers. They were a group of only around 50 people at any one time, mainly men, who roamed the Wolds in the 19th and 20th centuries, typically moving from farm to farm in search of casual work. They were vagrants, but local people also remember them fondly as lovable rogues and consider them a unique aspect of the culture and heritage of the Wolds.
The memorial was built in
