The supercharged atmosphere in The Cairn Hotel ballroom on Thursday will live long in the memory. After twelve months of campaigning against this ridiculous road we finally got the opportunity to give voice to our multiple objections to this destructive and heartbreaking scheme. The
We are reaching a critical phase in our battle to prevent the destruction of the Nidd Gorge and Nidderdale Greenway. It would make a massive difference if as many of you as possible could register your views to as
Dear volunteers, we have two vital events that we need your help with: Traffic Survey on Skipton Rd, 5pm-5.30pm, Thursday 12th October Following the first training session we now have 13 volunteers to count and record the traffic. We need
Malcolm Margolis, locally famous as the iron cyclist in the sculptures beside The Nidderdale Greenway (above), has made a plea to NYCC councillors not to wreck the hugely successful green transport route he fought so hard to help establish. Unfortunately
As we begin the engagement process with Mouchel’s Transport Planners this week, I had a timely reminder of why the NGCA formed at the beginning of the year and of just what is at stake if the NYCC executive and
For an update on the progress of the campaign to Save Nidd Gorge and the Nidderdale Greenway, and find out how you can help, please come along to see our presentation at Bilton Community Centre at 10am – refreshments available.
38 out of 44 candidates, standing in the NYCC elections, across the eight Harrogate and Knaresborough wards, have come out against the roads that threaten Nidd Gorge and The Nidderdale Greenway. Earlier in April we wrote to all candidates asking
Treasure Hunt – Easter Sunday -16th April – 11am-1pm. Can you help out? We are organising a fancy dress treasure hunt to promote the magical nature of Nidd Gorge and raise funds for the campaign. We need a few more
The Nidderdale Rant was once a familiar term around these parts, being an old name for what we now know as Pateley Show, the annual September feast a bit further up the dale. In the early 1900’s when my great