Helmsley to Harome and Sproxton
10 miles Cold and clear
We were in the mood for a longer walk today and decided to do this walk from Helmsley, which TSB says is 10 miles but which we would increase to 11 miles by walking through Sproxton to St Chads Church on the B1257. As we drove to Helmsley we saw the sad sight of a full grown buck lying at the side of the road. We stopped to check it was dead and it was, although still warm. No sign of injury but presumably the result of a road traffic accident.
Today's walk from The Walker's Guide to the Hambleton Hills |
A sad sight |
Tom Scott Burns says that Helmsley used to be known as Helmsley Blackamoor because of the bleak moorlands nearby, but today all looked cheerful in the morning sunshine. We parked at the side of the road where the B1257 enters Helmsley and walked down through the market place on to Rye Bridge where we turned left into Ryegate, then right into Sawmill Lane. We passed several industrial units including the sawmill and were amazed to see a community of cats in a derelict building. Someone had rigged up boxes for them to sleep in and no doubt they are fed by the workers at the estate.
Helmsley |
We turn into Sawmill Lane |
How many cats can you see? I can spot seven |
We crossed a paddock with horses and reached the River Rye where our path followed the bank downstream. There was a lot of debris which had obviously been deposited by flooding but the ground was still frozen making for easy walking.
Our path by the river |
Flotsam and jetsam |
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. When we did this walk last year we called at The Pheasant for morning coffee and we enjoyed it so much we decided to repeat the experience today. We sat outside the pub overlooking Harome village pond and did a double take when the waitress brought our coffee with four scones, jam and cream. Ah well, we decided to do our best.
Leave the river bank at the railway bridge |
And cross fields to the Harome road |
We arrive at the rear of The Pheasant, Harome |
Scones al fresco |
Four scones, two hikers |
It's not a bad life |
We left The Pheasant fully replete and walked out of Harome past pretty thatched roofed cottages and Harome Mill and reached Hall Lane. We walked along the narrow tarmac road which gradually dwindled into a rutted track, then a green lane.
Leaving The Pheasant |
Weather vane at The Pheasant Hotel |
Pretty houses in Harome |
Harome Mill |
Hall Lane led us down to Harome Siding but all that remains of the old railway are the station houses and a straight lane where the tracks once lay.
Railway cottages |
Station House and old railway track |
Hall Lane becomes a bridleway |
We followed the pleasant green lane until we reached the River Rye once more where we crossed to the other side of the river via a new footbridge.
We reach the river again... |
... and cross by a brand new footbridge |
A little further and we joined Lack Lane which leads 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 terrorising 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 themselves 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 did and you can see our report here!
East Newton Hall |
Impressive new wall at East Newton Hall |
Losky Farm with Loschy Hill behind |
Passing by Losky Farm we followed the lane to a sign pointing us across a field, which brought us out onto the B1257. We now had nearly a mile to walk along the grass verge of this busy road, passing Leysthorpe Hall and the smart newer build of Birch Farm. Eventually we came to the turn off left for Oswaldkirk where we turned right to enter a lane to West Newton Grange.
Field path to the B1257 |
Leysthorpe Hall |
Newton Grange Lane |
Back on the Ebor Way to Sproxton |
We now followed a series of winding paths until we entered Sproxton after passing the farm called Sproxton Hall. We walked through the village admiring some attractive houses and were surprised to see a red telephone kiosk with a wooden door, which had rotted away at the bottom. Is this unusual or had the kiosk somehow been damaged and a wooden door used to replace the original? (see note at end of blog) It still appeared to be in working order but was thick with cobwebs and didn't look as if it had been used in a long time.
Winding field paths to Sproxton |
Sproxton Hall Farm |
Sproxton Village Hall, an old Nissen hut |
Alpacas at Sproxton |
Weather vane at Sproxton |
Telephone kiosk with wooden door |
Not getting a lot of use |
At the end of the village we reached the B1257 again and the old church of St Chads. Opposite the church was a convenient bench where we sat to enjoy another coffee and scone before crossing to the church and finding it locked. Photos of the inside of the church can be seen on the earlier blog of this walk.
St Chads |
More coffee? |
Weather vane in Sproxton |
We retraced our steps through the village to Sproxton Hall Farm where we turned left across fields past Low Parks Farm, our path eventually reaching an arched bridge over the River Rye. We didn't cross the bridge however, turning left instead to follow the river upstream.
Walking alongside Ness Great Wood |
Turn left before the bridge... |
... and follow the river bank |
As we walked along the bank we saw a heron with what appeared to be a damaged wing. As we got nearer it flapped airborne for a few yards and disappeared out of our sight below the river bank. A little later we saw a heron flying ahead of us and wondered if it was the same bird or its mate?
The heron appears to be dragging its wing... |
... but gets airborne when it sees us |
At a horseshoe bend in the river there was a strange structure of concrete posts which TSB explains are designed to catch debris from the river in flood. There was certainly plenty of debris to be seen on the bank.
The concrete posts stop debris reaching power lines |
A female sparrowhawk flew into a tree just ahead of us and ignored our passing as it watched the ground below it.
Female sparrowhawk |
Looking for dinner |
As we neared Helmsley the path became slippier and moved nearer the river. We needed to take care along this stretch as it would be easy to slide down into the water.
The path gets near the river |
A railing has been thoughtfully placed at one point |
Eventually we passed though a gate and into a sheep field which we crossed to reach the road at the bridge in Helmsley. A walk through the town brought us back to our car.
Through the field to the road |
We emerge at Helmsley Bridge |
No, don't stop! |
Back to our car |
We thought today's walk had several interesting features and would highly recommend it.
NB The K6 telephone boxes decommissioned in the 1980s did indeed have wooden doors - they were made of teak!
http://www.redtelephonebox.com/findoutmore/phonekiosks.php
I have just found these photos on Google Images and thank you for them. I live in Australia and last week, after exhaustive research, verified that my forebears with three generations of William Edwards to track down came from Yorkshire. My 6xgreat grandfather was a farmer of Sproxton, his son and grandson, both Wms. were too, all being baptised at Helmsley so you can see why this was a great find for me. Wish I could have been with you. Helen
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