Jonathan Tulloch’s Glimpses of Eden are always a joy but that of 29 August, vividly describing his ride along the Middlesbrough to Whitby railway line, had particular significance for me. I have ridden it three times so far this year simply because it heads, as he puts it, “into paradise”, climbing south into the Cleveland Hills and then east, following the River Esk as it meanders from high on the moors eventually to reach the sea at Whitby. You can alight at any of those villages with poetic names – Kildale, Commondale, Lealholm – and walk near the Esk to a village and station further on. Or, at Grosmont, change on to the North Yorkshire Moors Railway to be steam-hauled to Pickering along another beautiful line which Beeching axed but which volunteers have