wholehope 1One of the most significant places in my life was the small cottage shown here in John Tribe’s excellent 1953 watercolour (tap or click to enlarge).

Known colloquially as ‘Woollup’ (actual spelling Wholehope, click the map to see the exact location), photo this was a Youth Hostel of the bothy variety, high up in the Cheviot Hills about three miles above Alwinton in upper Coquetdale, Northumberland.

Originally a shepherd’s cottage, in the late 1940’s the rather dingy white building had been converted into a youth hostel to provide a jumping-off point for walkers to get into the remoter reaches of the Cheviot Hills. The initiative was very successful, so that by the mid 1950s the reputation of the hostel had spread all over the northern part of the UK and many people made the trek from Alwinton up the grassy track of Clennel Street, all heading for that tiny building.

Other contributors to this website have their own Woollup stories to tell, but in my case, actually getting there for the first time was almost a chance event, an object lesson into how quickly a life can change.

Aged 16 and newly back from four years living in Australia, I hadn’t yet made any close friends and at weekends I watched with envy as our neighbour Jimmy Richardson went off on his motorbike with a rucksack on his back. Eventually, I plucked up enough courage to talk with him about where he went and what he had been doing over those weekends – Jimmy explained about this little cottage that he went to up in the Cheviot hills and said he would be very happy to take me the next weekend, the Easter weekend of 1956. There was a mad scramble during the week while I got my gear collected together, then on the next Thursday night off I went on Jimmy’s pillion seat, en route to Alwinton and the start of the most formative period of my life.  I must have been deeply affected by the experience, because when writing these words 60 years later I remembered every detail of that long weekend as if it were yesterday.  The open nature of the discussions, the primitive cooking arrangements, the bunk beds with rough blankets, the chemical toilets, my first pint in the Rose and Thistle pub, every item was there in clear recall.

I was entranced and went back on my own the very next weekend, taking the Friday night bus up to the Three Wheat Heads pub in Thropton (imagine my dismay when everyone else got off in Rothbury!),  then walking the nine miles to Alwinton and three miles up Clennel Street to a dark and lonely cottage, empty now of the conversation and laughter of the previous weekend.

Afraid of being on my own, in the listening silence I lit the Tilley lamp and put a candle in the window to guide anyone else coming up the track, made a big fire and lit a primus stove to make some comforting noise, then crawled into my sleeping bag and tried to get to sleep before the stove ran out of fuel – but Hypnos deserted me, and I watched as a greening dawn crept slowly over the hills and dewdrops condensed on the grimy windows like the tears of the night.

Later in the day, anxiously watching the area to the south, I saw tiny figures striding up the track, new friends that I could get to know, people with new stories to share.  I knew that many of the regular visitors were people that had travelled extensively and I looked forward to sitting in the inglenook beside the fire, listening as these pilgrims talked about their travels and the sights that they had seen.

Wholehope range

Weekends at Wholehope changed everything.  Before, I was heading for ‘normal’ life as an engineer of some sort, but that primitive cottage turned out to be a place of great meaning for me, a focal point for my development and practical education and the first place where I was treated as an adult – heady stuff for a 16 year-old!

Wholehope is where I met Adrian and Doreen Gill, Jim Lavery, Meg Knox, Charlie and Joan Sharman, Bill Storey, Alan Didsbury, Alan Bell, Vera Hodges, Eric Rayson and many more of my lifelong friends, kindred spirits who became embedded in the warp and weft of my adult existence, and in my mind the life-force of our little group somehow permeated the very fabric of the place – now a silent pile of stones on a lonely Cheviot hillside but as entire in my memory as in the black and white images of my teenage years.

As you read this, Wholehope is no more and the only sounds on those empty green hills are the bleating of sheep, the songs of skylarks and curlews and the soughing of the wind; but go there, sit on the stones that mark the site and listen carefully – you may hear faint ghostly echoes of singing and laughter from times long past.

My family all know that I want my ashes to be spread over the site, so in the future, if you need to talk with me, then that will be the best place to try!

This website covers some of the history of this unique place and stories from those days are included herein, so I won’t go into any more detail, suffice to say that each Wholehope weekend seemed to last for ever and the experiences affected my outlook on life and made me a different person.

Thanks to John Tribe for permission to use his images in this piece, including this very atmospheric sketch of the Harbottle piper Joe Hutton in the ‘Rose and Thistle’ pub in Alwinton in the summer of 1956.  To complete the magic, click the link, close your eyes and listen to Joe playing – your imagination will do the rest. For the curious, according to John Tribe the two guys leaning on the back of the settle are John himself and Tug Wilson.
Joe Hutton, Rose and Thistle 1953

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Map © and courtesy of Ordnance Survey

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12 thoughts on “Everything changes – Wholehope Cottage – Trevor Hipkin

  1. If you go to the Mountain Bothies Association website (MBA membership is not required), select the About the MBA tab, and then select Archive on the drop down menu, you can read my article about Wholehope Home to Hostel and Bothy to Bygone which explains why Wholehope never became an MBA maintained bothy.

  2. Oh by the way, I enjoyed reading this page on the blog and I think the illustrations are really good and certainly add to the pictorial history of Wholehope, well done Trevor.

  3. My enduring memory of Wholehope, was learning the hard lesson that during winter months it was better to check the loft and, if necessary, to shovel the snow out – before lighting the stove.

  4. Great to hear memories of Wholehope from those who went before. As a matter of interest, did you ever come across a Tommy Richardson of North Shields, a regular hosteller up that way in your era? Really would like to know as I have copies of his YH Card & a few group photos(unidentified members!) from his son . Thanks ( please email me if you can)

  5. Could this be the place where my grandmother was brought……..and journeyed back whenever she could until she died in 1975
    Isabella lived here with her 9 brothers and sisters,while her father tended sheep over the hills…….she told many stories of her life here playing on the hillside

  6. A great place to go as a teenager if you wanted a weekend without adult supervision. there was nobody there. Very difficult to reach by public transport. Bus from the Haymarket to Thropton on a Friday night and a good three to four hour walk. I am going back next week for the first time in nearly forty years.

  7. Omg never knew there was a cottage there. I used to work at the treking centre for the lovely mr & mrs davison in the school holidays when i was 15 & 16. It is so magical up there i still ride my dales pony up there . Please say hello if u see me. Ride up ingram frequently too angela Henderson

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