The first time I visited Judy Woods, I must have been about three years old. From my father's shoulders, it was a giant, magic world. Much of my ensuing childhood was spent there. As children we would go hunting for 'tunnels' or collecting the 'mason's marks' from under 'Judy Brig'. We heard tales of ghosts and treasure, the woods were ours, and ours alone. As I grew up I forgot my childhood haunts. It was not until 1978 that I rediscovered the woods again in the company of a disreputable Jack Russell Terrier, a time spent in the careful study of the geology, history, topography and botany of a place with which I was already intimately acquainted. In 1981, while working as a Supervisor on a YOP's Scheme in the area, it was suggested I write a small book about Judy Woods. I did so, but it never went any further than a couple of photostat copies filed away in the Bradford Library. The advent of the internet now gives me a chance to publish this booklet as a freely available resource for anyone wishing to explore the area. Happy Rambling!