Helmsley to Harome and Sproxton
10 miles Fine weather
We drove to Helmsley from Stokesley on the B1257 and parked at the side of the road where it enters Helmsley. We then walked down through the market place and on to Rye Bridge where we veered left into Ryegate, then right into Sawmill Lane.
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Today's walk from The Walker's Guide to the Hambleton Hills |
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Walking through Helmsley |
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Walking through Helmsley |
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Sign in Sawmill Lane |
Walking past the sawmill we came to a paddock and a very strange sight, a horse that appeared to have a hood totally covering its head and ears with no eye-holes. When the horse stood and faced us we could see that it had eyes painted on the hood but it obviously couldn't see. Was it blind?
(see here for explanation - thanks Paul)
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Ok, what's going on here?! |
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Horace the Horse |
The traffic noise had disappeared to be replaced by the very pleasant sound of the river alongside us as we followed it downstream. We came to a bend in the river and noticed a strange collection of concrete pedestals looking for all the world like an ancient stone circle. Tom Scott Burns explains they are sited to prevent sections of timber damaging power line poles when the river is in spate but we couldn't see how this would work.
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We follow the Ebor Way along the River Rye |
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Not a Druid Circle |
We left the river by turning under an old railway bridge that was once part of the York to Pickering railway, closed by Beeching in 1964. We turned right under the bridge onto a road which we followed towards Harome. As we approached the village a signpost turned us back into fields before we swung left across a wooden bridge, where my wife once slipped on wet wood and cracked a rib, and on into Harome. Almost immediately we noticed a sign outside The Pheasant Hotel saying 'Morning Coffee' and as it was indeed morning and we both fancied coffee we entered and enjoyed not just coffee but also scones with clotted cream and jam.
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Leaving the River Rye via the railway bridge |
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A wooden bridge with a history for the Fosters |
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"Shall I be mother?" |
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Weathervane at The Pheasant |
We walked through Harome, past the duckpond and some interesting cottages including Harome Mill, where a pea-hen watched us pass by, and Aby Green Farm where Clive petted some hand reared lambs, soon reaching Hall Lane.
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Cottage in Harome |
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Harome Mill |
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Pet lambs |
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Hall Lane |
We followed Hall Lane until we re-joined the River Rye and then crossed it by a footbridge a short distance from Hall Lane end. A little further and we joined Lack Lane which led to East Newton Hall and Loschy Farm. To the left, on a hill, is Loschy Wood and TSB relates that long ago a dragon lived on Loschy Hill and terrorised the villagers. A local man called Peter Loschy had a special suit of armour made covered with sharp blades and went with his dog to confront the dragon. It wrapped itself around Peter and the blades sliced it so portions of the dragon fell to the ground. The pieces tried to reassemble the dragon so the trusty dog carried the segments of dragon and buried them on the hill. Peter stooped to praise his dog which licked him on the face but as the dragon's blood was poisonous he and the dog both fell down dead. They were buried at Nunnington Church, the dog at Peter's feet. TSB says unbelievers can visit the church and see for themselves; well Clive and I hope to do just that in a week or two, so watch this space!
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Hall Lane becomes a green lane |
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We rejoin the River Rye... |
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and cross it via a renovated bridge. Clives checks the craftsmanship |
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Loschy Hill |
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East Newton Hall |
We passed by the entrance to Loschy Farm where we noticed mole traps along the grass verge, and came to the busy B1257 which we had to walk alongside for about a mile, passing by Leyshorpe Hall.
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Mole traps make more mess than the moles |
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Losky Farm, note the change in spelling |
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Rape seed oil crop from the B1257 |
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Footpath off the B1257 |
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Leysthorpe Hall |
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Looking south from the B1257 |
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Back on the Ebor Way |
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Walking towards Sproxton |
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Bluebells at Bell Plantation |
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Green Sykes |
As we passed Bell Plantation we entered a field with young bullocks who came running over to have a look at us. We stood our ground (just in front of an electric fence that we could easily jump if necessary) and the cattle came to a halt. Having experience of similar Mexican stand-offs on previous walks we shouted and clapped our hands and the bullocks high-tailed it, allowing us to hurry across their field.
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Mexican stand-off |
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High-tailing it |
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We walked through a couple more pastures and came to the below sign showing us that we should turn sharp right to continue our walk. The sign also pointed to Sproxton and although not part of our walk TSB recommends walking through the village to the church situated at its furthest point.
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We decide to visit Sproxton |
We walked on towards Sproxton and as we approached Sproxton Hall Farm we heard the unmistakable alarm calls of Guinea fowl who had obviously seen us. We spotted them in the fields and around the buildings of Sproxton Hall and were sorry to see a dead bird next to the fence. There was no sign of predation and the only unusual thing was a scattering of feathers. Clive suggested that the bird may have become stuck in the fence and 'panicked to death'.
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Who killed the Guinea fowl? |
Entering Sproxton we passed an old Nissen Hut with a sign saying "Sproxton Village Hall 1948". The village was attractive with the light coloured limestone houses looking much newer than they actually are. Eventually we reached the junction with the B1257 where we found the tiny restored church of St Chads and nearby, a bench where we sat and enjoyed the second scone and coffee break of the walk!
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'Pigs might fly' on a house in Sproxton |
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Sproxton |
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Painted weathervane in Sproxton |
St Chads was unlocked so we entered for a look around. TSB mentions that the stained glass window contains fifteenth century glass from Helmsley and has rood screen carvings from Germany.
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St Chads, Sproxton |
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Fifteenth Century glass from Helmsley |
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Tiny church of St Chads |
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Rood Screen from Germany |
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Beautiful painted ceiling in St Chads |
We walked back through the village to the signpost at Sproxton Hall from where we followed the Ebor Way path towards Helmsley across a couple of fields to reach a large bridge over the River Rye. Our path swerved left here, before the river, but we wanted to have a look at the fish farm on the far bank so crossed the bridge.
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The Ebor Way |
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The Bridge over the River Rye (was that a film?) |
The fish farm was larger than we expected and we could see the fish, trout we thought, seething in the ponds below. Further along a man was lifting nets full of fish from one reservoir to another.
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Part of the fish farm |
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Moving fish on from one reservoir to the next |
Our curiosity satisfied we returned to the path and retraced our earlier tracks alongside the disused railway back to Helmsley and our car.
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Back to Helmsley |
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The market square at Helmsley |
For some reason this was the first time we had walked this route from Tom Scott Burns's book but we enjoyed it very much and will no doubt return to do it again!
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