"There must be dales in Paradise
Which you and I will find.."

Friday 26 June 2015


Bank Foot to Upper Baysdale and Burton Howe




11 miles                    Warm and cloudy





We decided to do a new walk of longer length today, from The Walker's Guide to the Cleveland Hills.  We parked at the road side near to Bank Foot Farm, which is approached from the unclassified road between Ingleby Greenhow and Battersby.



Today's walk from The Walker's Guide to the Cleveland Hills


Farm cottage, Bank Foot


Another horse succumbs to the pleasures of Jakeman's Throat and Chest lozenges

Mmmm, any more?!

Bank Foot Farm



Tom Scott Burns relates a grisly deed that occurred here on 3rd October 1924.  Frank Ward who lived in one of the railway cottages on the incline failed to return home after an evening of drinking at the Dudley Arms in Ingleby Greenhow.  His daughter Hannah and a neighbour, Medd Carpenter, made a search and followed a trail of blood to a haystack at Bank Foot where Frank's body was found partially concealed.  Later that morning the Police found Frank's best friend Jerry Dalton, who lived in a cottage near Bank Foot Farm, slumped in a ditch with self inflicted throat wounds.  He was subsequently convicted of the murder of his friend and hanged for his crime.  All was peaceful at Bank Foot this morning and we walked past the farm and straight into a steep climb, following the track up to Turkey Nab.  We soon passed a dead sheep, however, but it showed no sign of injury and on reaching the top we paused to admire the view and get our breath back.


Starting the climb at Bank Foot

The path nearly disappears in bracken

Nearing the top

A sad sight


Looking down at Bank Foot Farm

Looking over to Battersby and Captain Cook's Monument in the far distance

Just beyond the Nab we turned left onto a smaller track that led across Ingelby Moor, crossing Black Beck about a mile further on before a slight climb to bear left onto Middle Head Road.   We paused to watch a Golden Plover sitting on a rock while her chicks ran on the moor nearby.   Shortly after we came to an interesting group of large boulders known as the Cheese Stones, a good vantage point to look down into Baysdale.  Continuing along the moor we came to the remains of a medieval cross and a little more walking found us looking down onto the imposing building of Baysdale Abbey Farm.  The sun was out and this made a lovely spot to sit and enjoy our coffee and scones.


Looking from Turkey Nab

If you look carefully you can see a Golden Plover in front of the sheep

That's a better view!

Empty spaces

The Cheese Stones

Remains of a medieval cross

Tom Scott Burns says that in the middle ages land rents for Baysdale were paid with the heads of wolves, which were numerous in the area, and one can imagine this wild enclosed ravine in the 1300s, when cattle were over-wintered in the valley bottom.  In fact, TSB explains, Baysdale is derived from Basdale meaning Cow Shed Valley.  We walked down to the Abbey Farm which has been renovated and is now marketed as holiday lets and walked round the building to see if we could spot the 13th century mullions that TSB says are preserved in the south side of the building.  We couldn't.


Woods before Baysdale Abbey

Baysdale Abbey Farm from our coffee stop. Thorntree House Farm top right

The South side of the building

Tom's map now indicates that we should take a direct route across the fields to Thorntree House Farm and in fact when we checked the OS map, a route is shown but has long since fallen into disuse.  We headed across the fields keeping to where we felt the path should be and passing the farm rejoined a forestry track back into the woods leading up to Baysdale Moor.    We followed the moorland track for about 1.5 miles before reaching an old stone shooting box.   Our path actually turned right 100 yards before the building but we decided to go and look at it.  The shooting box was in good repair, padlocked and with the date 1928 on the wall.


Entering the woods on the far side of Thorntree House Farm

Leaving the woods at the moor gate

We leave our path briefly to examine a stone shooting box

A date of 1928 can just be made out on the corner wall

We walked back up to rejoin our path which led us down through the old disused coal pits of Armouth Wath, ('ford at becks meeting') across Grain Beck after which we followed a collier's track until we reached the Bronze Age tumulus of Burton Howe, at 1419 feet.  


A late lamb

Approaching the tumulus mound of Burton Howe

Other tumuli can be seen nearby

The Cleveland Hills from Burton Howe



Our path now followed the escarpment across the open land of Ingleby Moor, locally known as Siberia, and devoid of interest until we came to a well preserved standing stone  near Tidy Brown Hill.  We could make out the inscription Kirby and Helmsley 1757 on one side and Guis Boro on the other and we were pleased to see that tradition had been maintained and a few coins had been left under a loose top stone, should a needy person happen by.  Strangely TSB doesn't mention this stone in his walk description.


Following the escarpment

Standing stone near Tidy Brown Hill

Kirby and Helmsley 1757


'Guisboro' and hand

For the needy


We continued our long walk along the escarpment with fine views to the Cleveland Hills to our left.  At one point we were sorry to come across another dead sheep, this time a fairly mature lamb again with no sign of injury.  Eventually our path reached Turkey Nab and we rejoined our outward path to descend to Bank Foot and our car.


Another fallen sheep

The long walk back to Turkey Nab



This was not a very interesting walk visually as it is comprised mainly of empty moorland but in fine summer weather it made an enjoyable day's tramping.





Friday 19 June 2015



Boltby to Gormire Lake and Whitestone Cliff

7 miles                          Cloudy and dry

 

 

We approached Boltby from the Knayton turn-off on the A19 and drove through the village to park at a small car park next to a bend at the top of a hill on the same road.   We walked back towards the village and turned left into a lane.

 

Today's walk fromThe Walker's Guide to the Hambleton Hills

Boltby, approaching turn into lane on left

The Old School House, Boltby

Interesting weather-vane, we heard their labradors barking as we passed

Metal fox on wall in Boltby

Tom Scott Burns explains that Boltby is of great antiquity and was mentioned in the Domesday Book as the property of Hugh, son of Baldric.  We walked along the lane and then over the shoulder of Little Moor, passing Greendale Farm before dropping down to Tang Hall.  From here we followed the flinty track of the old coach road across Huggon Howl towards Southwoods Hall.

 

Cow Pasture Wood

Climb to Greendale



Tang Hall
Old Coach Road, Huggon Howl

A gentle climb took us to the entrance to Southwoods Hall which we could see to our left.  Just before the aptly named Midge Hole Gate there was a small lake with geese and goslings. Passing through the gate we continued through a woodland path to reach Southwoods Lodge, renovated and up for sale.

 

Clive points to Southwoods Hall

Southwoods Hall
Lake near Southwoods Hall entrance

Passing the Hall gates

Looking back along our path

Walking towards Southwoods Lodge


After Southwoods Lodge the path runs straight to Gormire Lake, we ignored several forks in the track until the lake appeared  through the trees ahead.  We paused to admire it and walked along the lakeside until we reached the path left, which we would have to follow in an almost vertical ascent.   Should we make the climb or should we have coffee and scones?  We settled for the latter and found a nice view over the lake to enjoy our break.

 

We arrive at Gormire, Clive now sporting a goose flight feather on his shoulder

Coffee break at Gormire

There are two terraces around Gormire and TSB explains that these were once shorelines when the lake was much deeper.  Its is often described as bottomless but is actually about 27 feet deep in the centre.  Tradition relates that a town stood here which was destroyed in an earthquake, but the lake is actually the result of a glacial overflow channel being blocked by a landslip, hence its position up a hillside.  No streams flow from it and its waters are mainly supplied by rain and diminish with evaporation.  A major landslip happened here on the 25th March 1755 which was described by Rev John Wesley as 'like many cannons or rolling thunder'. 
Our break had to end and the the climb had to be made. As you see from the map the ascent is a little over half a mile and very steep in places.  Puffing on to the top path near Sutton Bank Visitors' Centre we turned left and in a few yards had a magnificent view of Gormire and the surrounding countryside.

 

View back from the climb to Sutton Brow

On top at last

Looking down on Gormire

Looking across Whitestone Cliff, the southern rim of the North Yorkshire Moors

Clive laughs as I say "Back a bit!"


We now had a two mile walk along the ridge towards Boltby Scar, first passing Whitestone Cliff, also known locally as White Mare Crag after an unruly racer from the nearby gallops was supposed to have jumped from this point together with her rider.  TSB gives no further details and I would think this is a folk tale.  
This is a lovely stretch of walking with magnificent views and  Clive and I could see the Pennines quite clearly.  As we walked along the cliff top we heard an unusual bird song and on a dry stone wall saw the perpetrator, a bird about the size of a skylark,  with bright yellow feathers and a flicking tail.  We appear to have been watching a yellow hammer, a bird so rare it's now on the endangered 'red list.'

 
Heavily cropped photo of our Yellow Hammer


Boltby as we approach Boltby Scar


We came to a wooden sign pointing to Boltby but ignored it as our route follows the sign to Sneck Yate.  We walked alongside a deep sandstone quarry just below the path and then reached the ruins of an old barn where we turned left onto a small track leading steeply down.

No, not that way!

Follow the sign for Sneck Yate

Quarry workings and old barn in the distance

Marching towards the old barn

Inspecting sandstone quarry

The old barn, turn left here

Boltby had now disappeared from view as we followed a sunken path twisting and turning downwards, past Hesketh Grange on the right and then directly across several meadows to a steep hill before reaching the road at a stile almost next to our car.

We start to descend

Looking back to Boltby Scar

Our path has disappeared under freshly cut hay

The last couple of fields, our car is parked up the hill by the far trees