Kildale to Baysdale and its Lost Abbey
9.5 miles Warm and breezy
We parked at the side of the road in Kildale village, booted up and set off towards Little Kildale.
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| Today's walk from The Walker's Guide to the Cleveland Hills |
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| Houses in Kildale |
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| Plaque above door says 1836 |
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| Old bus shelter has been converted for village use |
Tom
Scott Burns informs us that Kildale is a village of great antiquity.
There are several 'Kildals' in Norway and the village was probably named
by the Vikings. It was called Childale in the Domesday Book. In
1156, where the church now stands, was a wooden castle built by the
Percys, Earls of Northumberland. Walking through the village we turned
off the road into Green Gate Lane and climbed towards Little Kildale.
Reaching the hamlet we continued along our lane through Little Kildale
Wood, eventually reaching Warren Farm where we turned right towards the
open moor.
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| Turn into Green Gate Lane |
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| Little Kildale in the distance |
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| Racing pigeon weather vane in Little Kildale |
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| Walking alongside Little Kildale Wood |
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| We reach Warren Farm |
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| A lot of these silver pheasants here |
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| Passing by the farm |
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| Warren Farm |
Following
our path past Warren Farm we came to a large square chimney as we
descended to Leven Vale. This is the remains of an ironstone mine that
was operational between 1866 and 1874. Time and effort have been given
to making this a site of interest so we stopped to look around. Sadly
the long grass and lack of evidence of any visitors makes us suspect
that its isolated location is preventing it being visited for
educational purposes.
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| Warren Moor Mine chimney |
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| We go in for a look around |
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| Foundations of pump engine house |
Leaving the old mine site we crossed the source of the River Leven to start a climb up through meadows towards Kildale Moor.
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| Source of the River Leven |
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| Looking back to the mine and Warren Farm |
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| We reach the moor |
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| On Kildale Moor |
We
now climbed steadily to Kildale Moor and having reached the top at 900
feet, we descended towards Baysdale Beck, soon reaching the remains of
an old barn where the path turns sharp left.
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| Descending from Kildale Moor |
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| Turn left at the old barn |
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| ... and follow a nice path east |
The track, which runs parallel to Baysdale Beck, is an old lime road that enabled limestone to be carried from Commondale into Cleveland, and we followed this for 1.5 miles until we reached a tarmac road.
We turned right onto the tarmac road and walked steeply downhill to pretty Hob Hole and its water-splash. Here we found a comfortable grassy bank to sit and enjoy our coffee and scones.
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| Piles of stone towards the end of the path, is the path to be paved? |
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| Walking down to Hob Hole |
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| New bridge at Hob Hole |
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| Coffee at Hob Hole |
Hob
Hole was supposed to be the haunt of a mischievous hobgoblin who
taunted weary travellers and TSB reports a Canon Atkinson speaking of
Padfoot, "Padfoot, a precursor of death; sometimes visible,
sometimes invisible, but ever and anon padding lightly in the rear of
people, then again before them or at their side, and uttering a roar
unlike the voice of any known animal."
Coffee over we crossed the new bridge and made our way uphill. After half a mile or so we turned left into John
Breckon Road. As we walked along this narrow road we had views left
down towards Westerdale. After another half mile on tarmac we came to a
green metal footpath sign and turned right onto the moor.
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| Over the bridge and up the hill |
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| Westerdale below, from John Breckon Road |
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| Turn right onto the moor at the green signpost |
We followed narrow heather tracks for a couple of miles with Baysdale Beck down to our right, and suddenly spotted an adder in front of us. He made straight for the heather and soon disappeared but not before I got a photo of him.
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| We thought a lot of the moor was in poor shape - see later in text |
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| Adder moving fast on our path |
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| Very little cotton grass compared with other years |
We
passed a cairn memorial to Alan Clegg, 'Who loved these moors'. Just
past this cairn we came to Great Hograh Beck where there is a small
stone footbridge and a wooden memorial seat.
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| Great Hograh Beck |
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| Bridge dated 1938, built by Rowland Close, of nearby Low House Farm. |
After the bridge we turned right onto a wide track and followed the path across the moor. Here within a couple of hundred yards we saw two common lizards, one very much alive and one dead.
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| Common lizard |
We walked downhill and passed by the above mentioned Low House Farm and as we descended towards Baysdale Beck we met the game keeper, who chatted for a while, telling us a few things of interest.
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| Low House Farm |
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| Interesting chat with keeper |
He asked us if we had noticed that there were areas where the heather is in a bad condition. We said we had and he explained that the moor was having a major problem with heather beetle. Normally controlled by heather burning new regulations were preventing this and the beetles have become a serious problem. He asked if we had seen any grouse, we said we had only seen one on the whole walk and he said that the grouse population has been struggling for the last five years. The grouse feed on heather shoots which grow after burning and unfortunately they don't eat the heather beetles. He explained how a managed moor benefits all creatures, for instance raptors do better on a managed moor than one that's left wild. A wild moor won't have grouse that the raptor feeds on and whereas grouse are up and running as soon as they are hatched, making them difficult prey, raptor chicks sit in the nest and are easy prey for foxes, stoats and other raptors. He was quite passionate about the subject and interesting to talk to. We passed through Thorntree House Farm before reaching the Abbey which we bypassed, walking to the north of the building.
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| Looking back at the abbey as we climb |
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| A long hard climb at this stage of the walk |
We
joined a tarmac road and turned right to follow it, crossing the cattle grid. After a few
minutes walking on this road we saw a stone memorial to the crew of a
second world war plane that crashed on Kildale Moor; sadly the crew died
from exposure before they could be rescued.
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