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

Saturday, 30 March 2019



Nether and Over Silton to Hanging Stone and Oakdale Reservoir


                             7.8 miles                                 Sunny and warm



A lovely Spring day and the probability of seeing a fine display of daffoldils at St Mary's Church in Silton made us opt for this favourite walk today.

We parked at Square Corner, the moors car park that is two miles from Osmotherley on the Hawnby road.  



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


Leaving the car we walked southwards along the forest path up the shoulder of Black Hambleton.

Just before reaching a gate we saw a standing stone on the left, bearing the inscription 'Cray Hall Stone'.  Tom Scott Burns says that he has been unable to find any further information about this old boundary stone or the hall it refers to, and our modern day Google search has proved equally uninformative.  


Walking towards the sun and Black Hambleton

Mystery stone

Just beyond the stone we turned right through a gate giving access to the remains of Silton conifer plantation where the path, known as Moor Lane, took us steadily downhill for about 2.5 miles.

The path re-entered trees where we paused to examine frogspawn before walking through conifers until we came upon the ruins of a lime kiln.


The remains of Silton Forest

Plenty of frogspawn about

Moor Lane

Old lime kiln on Moor Lane

As we looked at the lime kiln a lady horse rider stopped to chat and asked where we were walking.  She told us that even though she lives in Silton she has never visited the old church but had always meant to do so.  She said that a few years ago a village resident had left money for the church to be re-roofed.

A little further along Moor Lane we came to Rose Cottage and then on the right an ancient drinking trough, before joining the lane leading into Nether Silton.  

Just as we reached the lane the horse lady came past, now in her van, and stopped to tell us that she had remembered that the resident left money for the church to have electricity fitted but it had been decided to spend the money on re-roofing instead.  She was glad she had seen us again as she wanted us to be properly informed!



Hens and chick weather vane in Moor Lane

Moor House

We think these are shorn Southdown sheep 


Our path from the village was almost hidden where it leaves the road alongside the old post office, through a white gate at a point opposite the chapel of All Saints. 


Moor Lane

The horse rider stops to tell us about St Mary's

Novelty flower bed in Nether Silton

Cottages in Nether Silton

Unmarked white gate leads to our path


After crossing several fields we came to the ancient and isolated church of St Mary, Over Silton, standing alone in the middle of fields without any path leading to it. As we had hoped, the graveyard was full of daffodils and made a splendid sight.


Path alongside the old post office

Crossing fields with Over Silton ahead

St Mary's appears in the distance

In the above photo we are about to cross Kings Ing Lane.  TSB tells us that at this location the Anglo Saxon Chronicle for AD 780 reports, 'the high sherriffs of Northumbria committed to the flames Alderman Bern of Silton, on the 9th day before the calends of January.'  It doesn't say what offence the poor alderman had committed.



A host of golden daffoldils!

We settled down on the Jubilee bench to enjoy coffee and scones before looking around the church and graveyard.



Original Norman zig-zag carving

Looking towards the altar

The rear of the church

Altar window

Rear window

There is a mounting block which would prove useful for our horsewoman should she get round to visiting, and some curious gravestones and epitaphs.  The bright sunshine showed up a verse on a stone that we hadn't noticed on previous visits.

In infant years obdurate death, did snatch away their vital breath, and left their parents to complain, 'till with joy they meet in Heaven again
Another stone opposite the church door must have the longest obituary ever carved, filling both sides.

'Can love you hate, can life you kill, Can evil spring from God's good will.  This is his will that widowers chaste, Should trust in God and not make haste, Accept those words. Not else I crave.  Do not despise a spouses grave. And let me whisper one thing more, you and the children have in store, Treasure of sighs, tears, groans and prayers,  Of which you are the rightful heirs.  She that in silent dust doth sleep For you to God did often weep.  Struggling with God that he might give,  you grace in Christ to make you live. Hoping for this she did expire, God will you save, you shall Admire, Our pledges to thy care are given, the choicest gift of kindest heaven,  Their father, mother both in thee, United now they nearly see,  The soul that hindering wishes to be free,  Would yet a train of thoughts impart to thee,  But strives in vain the chilling hand of death.'

We spent nearly an hour at St Mary's, enjoying the peace and sunshine, before setting off once more, leaving the isolated church to cross the field to Over Silton to pass the old manor house.


"Come on, time to go!"

Looking back towards St Mary's Church

Pathless walk to Over Silton

The Manor House

Wombwell coat of arms

TSB tells us that this was once owned by the gallant gentleman Sir George Orby Wombwell, baronet, who served with the 17th Lancers and took part in the charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava on 25th October 1854.  His horse was shot from under him and he was taken prisoner but escaped on a Russian horse to rejoin his brigade and charge again, without sword or pistol!  He managed to continue to cheat death until 1913 when he died aged 81.   

Victorian post box at Nether Silton

The old school

Turn left at the post

Steep climb to Crabtree Bank Plantation

We turned right and walked beyond the houses to a signpost where the path leaves the road and climbs steeply into Crabtree Bank Plantation. 


The next 2.5 miles were to be through conifers, sometimes on wide forestry tracks and sometimes on narrow footpaths.  On previous walks this stretch has proved very muddy but this year's dry spring and some path improvements meant our boots stayed clean.


Dry paths

Hanging Stone, or Lion Stone

We passed beneath Hanging Stone, also known locally as Lion Stone.  TSB reports that there is a path up to this feature but we have yet to see it among the thick saplings.


Path 'improvement' at Crabtree Plantation

Same path last year

Quite a few butterflies about in today's warm weather
Osmotherley appears through the trees

Yellow waymarks keep us to the track in the woods


We came to a fork in the path where we turned right through a very muddy entrance and headed immediately upwards.  A steep climb took us through the Thimbleby Bank Plantation to emerge at a conifer wood below Thimbleby Moor.

We followed a distinct path into the dense trees of Big Wood and  crossed a clearing where felling had taken place, to re-enter dense conifers and follow a way-marked path until we made a slippery descent into Oak Dale.

Descending to Oakdale and Jenny Brewster's Spring

Walking towards Oakdale Reservoir

Reaching the bottom we exited the trees and crossed a bridge over Jenny Brewster's Gill and emerged from the wood.

Tom Scott Burns explains that Jenny Brewster's Gill was named after a famous witch and was once the haunt of smugglers who peddled liquor to the surrounding villages.  Several secret stills were dotted around the moors, one being at Solomon's Temple, another at Wildgoose Nest, near what is now Cod Beck Reservoir and another at Swainsty Crag on Nether Silton Moor.


We now walked alongside Oakdale Reservoir which was built in the 19th century to provide water to the local area but which has now been decommissioned. The reservoir has been downgraded to a small lake that it is hoped will attract wildfowl. 


Oakdale Reservoir


Leaving Oak Dale we climbed steeply back to Hambleton Road where a brief walk took us back to Square Corner and the car.  A short drive took us once again to Osmotherley and the Queen Catherine Hotel, where we reviewed today's walk over a pint of Black Sheep.


Steep climb out of Oakdale

Looking back to Oakdale Reservoir

Square Corner ahead!














Friday, 15 March 2019




Boltby to Gormire Lake and Whitestone Cliff

7 miles                  Very windy



Strong winds today as Storm Gareth passes over North Yorkshire. Tom Scott Burns visits Gormire Lake on two of his walks, from Kilburn and this one from Boltby.


We reached Boltby from the A19 Knayton turn off and drove right through the village and up a steep hill to a small designated car park at the side of the road.

We walked back down the road into Boltby and took the first left into a lane.  Tom Scott Burns explains that Boltby is of great antiquity and is mentioned in the Domesday Book as the property of Hugh, son of Baldric.

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

Walking back to Boltby

The Old School House, Boltby

Weather vane in Boltby


We passed the last of the houses and soon our lane petered out and we went through a gate to follow a faint track over the shoulder of Little Moor, where we said hello to the first of many hikers we saw today, this group sitting among the trees having an early snack.


The lane ends at this ford


Texel Toughs, rams in a nearby field


Looking back to Boltby


Hikers ahead


Greendale Farm


We rarely see other hikers when on a TSB walk but today we must have passed eight groups.  After circumnavigating Cow Pasture Wood we dropped down to Greendale Farm and followed the path around the side of a hill to reach Tang Hall Farm where we turned left just before the buildings.

Greendale Farm


Tang Hall Farm

Very soon we were on a bridleway, once an old coach road, which crosses Huggon Howl to Southwoods Hall.  Here we found we were kept to the bridleway by new fencing which stretched right across Huggon Howl, past the Hall to reach the trees at Midge Hole Gate.  Work was ongoing and we chatted to a workman who explained the double lines of fencing would soon enclose new hedging.  

We walked past the hall, hidden from view behind its own high hedge, and as we reached Midge Hole Gate were pleased to see a small herd of deer grazing.  We watched them for a while, (sadly no zoom on my camera) and then as we opened the gate hoping to get nearer, we were spotted and the deer ran off into the trees.




We are kept to the bridleway


Southwoods Hall


New fencing all the way across Huggon Howl


Fish pond in front of Southwoods Hall


Deer grazing


We're spotted and they're off!

We turned into South Woods on a forest path which we followed to reach Southwoods Lodge, sporting a new coat of paint and looking much smarter than on our last visit.



In to South Woods


Southwoods Lodge

On reaching the lodge we followed the track straight ahead through Garbutt Wood, eventually reaching Gormire Lake where we were startled by a voice saying "Now then."  Almost hidden in the bushes were bivouacs and a black hammock, which is where the voice came from although its owner was invisible to the eye.


There were three 'rough campers' and we chatted to them about what fish they hoped to catch before moving on to our usual spot by the lake bank, where we sat in the sun to enjoy our coffee and scones.



Walking through Garbutt Wood


Gormire ahead!


"Now then!" There's someone in that hammock..


Hoping for a catch


Our time in the sun


The view across 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 and covers about twenty six acres.  Tradition has it 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'.





Finally it was time to go and leaving the lake we climbed straight up through Garbutt Wood to reach Sutton Brow.  This is a steep half mile diagonally up the side of the bank and we were much warmer by the time we reached the top.  From here there is a fine view back to Gormire Lake and to the left over towards Roulston Scar.  After catching our breath we set off past Whitestone Cliff, still looking down at the lake from various vantage points.

Storm Gareth was blowing a gale up here but the wind was generally to our side, pushing us away from the cliff edge.



A steep climb after coffee


Hood Hill from our climb


Not far now...


Made it!


Worth the climb


Good job we're being blown away from the edge..

We now had a three mile walk along the ridge, passing the remains of several tumuli to our right and with fine views to our left over Thirlby and then Boltby.







Whitestone Cliff


Thirlby


Eventually we passed by the remains of an old hill fort and quarry and reached the derelict High Barn where we left the ridge at a sign, turning left to descend towards Boltby.








Boltby

Tom Scott Burns explains that the fort originally had a D shaped rampart enclosing three acres.  Gold earrings from the early Bronze Age have been unearthed, along with pottery from an earlier culture, probably Neolithic.


Quarry and fort


You can tell you're on National Trust land by the plethora of signs


Approaching the old barn


Turn left downhill at the barn

A steep downhill took us past Hesketh Grange Farm, over a couple of bridges and then steeply back uphill, towards Boltby and the car park.




A steep descent 




Looking back towards Boltby Scar, the trees on the horizon are at the old barn


The end of the walk