The latest planning application has now been passed and will happen!

The development  is for a 45 room hotel and some self catering apartments.

A start is due to be made in the middle of next year, so the life of the old place is now very limited and not before time some people will say!

Here are a few artists impressions of the completed development, and I must say it all looks very nice.

 


 


 



 


My name is Peter Wood I attended Linton Camp Special School in the middle to late 1950s you have a photo of me on your web-site as I was rather good at football when I was a young boy playing in the first team for Linton against teams like Threshfield juniors and others , under Teacher/Coach Mr Key who also took us on trips out = pot-holing and caving camping ect! Mt Sternwhite was head teacher Mr Robson was his deputy, the latter went on to marry Jessie the fitness and sports teacher who also taught me to Dance, I have some great memories of my time at the school, also a few others when I got the cane in the early days there, however after I settled in things got a little better.. soon I was in the school football team scoring a number of gaols and became a popular pupil... It was`nt to long before I became a prefect and was able to get certain privileges sitting up on the stage for film nights ect! I can remember not liking when I had to go and see the school nurse on occasions, also having to get up early to ring the bell too! But on the whole I like being at the camp and everything that went on there to keep all the school happy. (tuck-shop for me) Some of my favourites was looking after the pigeon-hut and pigeons, or pets hut with all the different rabbits.. Sometimes we would go out on a ramble, maybe down to the stepping stones or into Linton village or even Grassington I can recall lots of things that amused and interested me at Linton from swimming in the outdoor pool to rolling `BIG BERTHA` (a giant tractor tyre) down the grass hill slopes of the camp.. At this boarding school I learned such a lot of qualities of life that any ordinary school could not offer.. joinery/woodwork, cooking/baking, dancing/acting, swimming/diving playing chess, and many others as-well as getting a good schooling I made some fantastic life memories and good friends...

 

 

A Poem courtesy of that man about town, Mr Roy Booth, entitled "The Journey".

 

Boarding the bus your friends are there

Sit close to the window to watch out and stare

Passing a park, and bypasses too

This wasn't the same in 1982

 

Plenty of churches were seen on the day

Humps and bumps, the Yorkshire way

Quarry was close, nearing the stretch

The tight little s'bend that zagged to the end

 

Approaching the village all seemed calm

A ram or a sheep stay close to the barn

Its a very tight road for this long wheel based bus

Turns at the crossroad without much fuss

Slow go the wheels its a very tight turn

Trees hit the mirror does tha' little green fern

 

Time to get off its single file

A walk to the dorm it felt like a mile

One last chance before the bus pulls away

This is my home now for a fortnight anyway

 

The First Night.

 

New off the bus after a long travelled day

Cant make a sound don't have much to say

Seeing these people who know what to do

I follow in line, I don't have a clue

 

I'm taken one side, ay lad what's ya name

I reply with a smile and they did the same

Clutching my case I was took to a room

Sewing machine, a radio, and an old spinners loom

 

Leave ya case here lad, run off and play

That was the last I saw of it, for a fortnight anyway

Soon made a friend who is the same today

We wont be separated, no how, no way

 

The sheets they are cold, and the room is pitch black

I'm left with my thoughts happy and cheery

I'd best go to sleep

My eyes they are weary

Goodnight

God bless

 

 

 From David Perkins

My judgement falters at what I see

Gazing at a place that became part of me

Rusty gates and peeling paint

Brings an eerie feeling that torments me

Where lined prim Conifer trees graced

Now nettles entwine in abundance of embrace

Side by side colourful flower beds displayed

Where now shards of glass glint amongst rotten frames

Oh Linton what has become of you

The welfare of children was under your wings

Since the days of wartime strife

Providing care of warmth, joy, and light

When few had so little in life

 

Long ago beneath the shadow of Elbolton

Within a northern dale of rolling expanse

I emerged into fields of green

Where dorms of cedar wood could be seen

Is this for real or just another dream

 

A number I was assigned though since time forgot

Yet those hospital corners

Folded into blankets and sheets

I have never forgot

 

Tasks and games to compete

For ones River House to achieve

Made friends to trust and believe

Especially on a Red Dot Pass

If no mischiefing in morning class

 

Walking by Linton Post Office

Looking at all those sweets

Where a small adjacent café

Made fresh cakes and hot teas

Where the village hall stands

Looking over the village square

Nearby music teacher Miss Woodhead lived

Her cottage shone in Ivy leaves

With the smell of sweet climbing peas

 

From the path by the Fountaine Inn

Orchard blossom waft in the air

Enticing me to reach a juicy apple

But soon running away from a sudden scare

 

Before those chumping days began

We crossed those stepping stones with glee

To find those majestic Horse Chestnut trees

And in haste climbing onto branches

For those prized Conker Seeds

 

One adventure we planned to discover

Was to find the cave of 'Tom Lee'

Though searching inside Grass Wood seem forever

Needing another 'Red Dot' finding this mystery

 

His corner shop still remains

Above in Grassington Main street

While below in the market square

Once bunting colours flap in the breeze

Announcing the coming of Whitsuntide Fair

 

Where the River Wharfe forever flows

With the sound of thunder

After heavy downpours

Beneath the water mill iron bridge

Where surging rapids rush on by

Following swiftly towards St Michaels Ridge

Over the stone churchyard stile

 

Making our way towards

The stony incline of 'Snake Path'

Soon to be back at camp

Wishing those days would always last

 

Mr Sternwhite your leadership was wise

Alongside school deputy Mr Robson too

Mr Moorhouse and Mr Robinson

I will never forget all of you

God Bless you gentlemen

Your curriculam was good and true

 

Goodbye dear Miss Rook and Miss Ison too

Your days caring and making

Our clothes anew

Goodbye Nurse Wilson

With your nit comb of steel

And your clinic that cured

Our coughs and cuts to heal

 

Memories of a child that once was me

To the friends that smiled

And played with me

The demise of you, dear Linton is plain to see

And as long as there is breath within me

I will never ever forget thee

 

David Perkins