Whorlton Castle and Church from Swainby
6 miles Windy, dry and grey
We parked in Swainby at the roadside and crossed the river to leave the road by a footpath just before reaching the church. TSB gives a distance of 6 miles for this hike but my pedometer and our walking time would suggest it was over 7 miles.
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| Today's walk from The Walker's Guide to the Cleveland Hills |
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| Turn off the High Street at the Whorlton footpath sign |
The footpath passes along the back of houses and we quickly left Swainby, which Tom Scott Burns informs us means 'Swain's Farm', from the old Norse name Sveinn. Our footpath soon joined a lane which took us very quickly to Whorlton Castle. TSB tells us that there have been a number of castles on this site, even before the Domesday Book records it as Wirueltun in 1086. William the Conqueror gave the manor to Robert Count de Mortain, and then it passed into the hands of the de Meynell family. The castle was surrounded by a deep moat over which was a drawbridge. In 1323 Edward II was known to have stayed at Whorlton Castle while hunting deer in North Yorkshire and during the Cromwellian period Royalists held the castle and were bombarded by Roundheads from Whorl Hill on the East and Toft Hill to the West.
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| Path at rear of houses in Swainby |
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| Whorlton Castle |
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| Rear view of Castle |
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| Ruins of 'motte and bailey' |
There is a tale that an underground passage links the castle to the nearby old church of Holy Cross and after leaving the castle we decided to stop off to have a look round this church. The building was locked so we contented ourselves with exploring the graveyard. Most stones were ancient and illegible but our eyes were drawn to one that features a skull and crossbones and an hourglass. The name of the deceased had long since disappeared but we were able to make out the strange verse, which, in modern language is:
'In perfect health he went from home
And little thought his glass was run.
But dying in so short a space
I hope his soul's in a good place'
I didn't think the verse scanned very well and we wondered who he was, where he had gone to and what fate had overtaken him.
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| Holy Cross Church, Whorlton |
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| We'd like to know the story behind this inscription |
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| Holy Cross Church |
The church was constructed in the late Norman period and is now partly ruined. The last divine service was held on 7th March 1875. We spent an interesting 20 minutes looking round the old church before returning to the lane and following it to the junction with Whorlton Lane, where we climbed a stile into fields and headed towards Whorl Hill, which dominates the skyline.
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| Field paths to Whorl Hill |
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A steady climb took us into the trees of Whorl Hill (old Norse 'hvirfill' - 'high hill with a rounded top') and we continued to climb until our track levelled out and we circumnavigated the hill, just inside the tree line. TSB informs us that in 1810 one of Britain's largest hoards of Roman silver coins (weighing 2 stones) was dug up on Whorl Hill by a local farmer whilst ploughing his field. We followed the path with a fine view down to Swainby through the trees, until we dropped away from the main path to exit the woods at Bank Lane, through the garden of a bungalow.
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| Approaching Whorl Hill |
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| Long walk through Whorl Hill woods |
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| Looking down on Swainby and Whorlton Castle |
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| Descent from Whorl Hill to Bank Lane |
We walked up Bank Lane into a strong SW wind, startled by two terriers who suddenly barked as we walked past. Bank Lane is a steady climb towards a nice backdrop of moorland and trees and leaving the lane we faced a steep climb through these trees to reach the moor. We then followed the line of trees next to a dry stone wall until we came to a gate. Coffee and scones beckoned and going through the gate we hunkered down behind the wall to get out of the wind for a spell.
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| Bank Lane |
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| Ambush! |
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| Leaving Bank Lane |
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| Steep climb to the moor |
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| Following the line of trees |
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| 'That looks like a spot for coffee!' |
Much refreshed we left the trees and climbed sharply up to the moor top where we joined the Cleveland Way path at Gold Hill. Now walking into a strong headwind we were unable to talk as we followed the Cleveland Way until we descended down a slippery slope to Huthwaite Green where we were surprised to see an old railway goods vehicle at the side of the path. This reminded us that the mineral railway once ran up this valley into Scugdale, although little trace can be seen of it now.
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| Climbing to Gold Hill |
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| Company on the Cleveland Way |
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| The Cleveland Way |
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| Looking down from The Cleveland Way to Whorl Hill |
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| Slippery descent to Huthwaite Green |
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| Old railway goods vehicle |
We followed the lane to Hollin Hill Farm where we admired a nicely decorated box for the sale of eggs.
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| Christmas spirit at Hollin Hill Farm |
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| Eggs for sale at Hollin Hill Farm |
We climbed across a field, still following the Cleveland Way, and turned into woods alongside Scugdale Beck. Our path led us alongside the beck for a mile and looking over to the east we could at all times see Whorl Hill and our outward path.
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| Path from Scugdale Beck to forestry plantation |
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| Still on the Cleveland Way |
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| We leave the Cleveland Way to join the road. |
Our path now fell steadily through the trees until we joined the Sheepwash to Swainby road which we followed back to the village. As we entered the village we saw an old steam engine pulling into the village school and were very surprised to see who was in the trailer it was pulling.
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| Nice weather vane at farm outside Swainby |
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| Looking down into Swainby from the road |
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| Entering Swainby we are careful to watch out for hazards |
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| An old steam engine but can we see a flash of red in that trailer? |
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| Santa's little helper is given parking advice |
As we walked through the High Street we realised that we would have to walk past the Black Horse in order to reach the car and it seemed prudent to call in for refreshments for this final leg. We were astonished to see that Santa had beaten us to it.
Merry Christmas!
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| Swainby High Street |
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| Merry Christmas! |
