Nether and Over Silton to Thimbleby Hanging Stone
7 miles Clear and dry
This is one of our favourite walks as it has a bit of everything, moors, villages, forests and even a reservoir... or it did the last time we were here. We parked at the moors car park two miles from Osmotherley on the Hawnby road and walked southwards along the forest path up the shoulder of Black Hambleton.
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| Today's walk from The Walker's Guide to the Cleveland Hills |
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| Walking up Black Hambleton |
We passed through a gate giving access to
the conifer plantation and our path, known as Moor Lane, took us steadily
downhill for about 2.5 miles. We walked down through conifers and with little of
interest to see other than enormous quantities of snowdrops under the hedges, until we came upon the ruins of a lime kiln and later, near Rose
Cottage, an ancient drinking trough.
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| Descending Moor Lane |
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| Old Lime kiln |
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| Masses of snowdrops |
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| Moor Lane becomes a tarmac road |
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| Ancient drinking trough |
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| Rose Cottage, set amongst the snowdrops |
Moor Lane eventually ends at a T junction where we turned right and walked into the pretty village of Nether Silton. Our path from the village was almost hidden where it leaves the road alongside the old post office, at a point opposite the chapel of All Saints. Behind the chapel is a stone monolith in Manor House Field. We diverted to look at the monolith and then the chapel, which Tom Scott Burns tells us was rebuilt in 1812 and whose altar rails are made from the wood of HMS Dreadnought of Lord Nelson's navy.
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| The old monolith in Manor House Field |
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| The carved letters stand for: "Here The Grand Old Manor House Stood, The Black Beams Were Oak The Great Walls Were Good The Walls At The East Wing Are Hidden Here, A Thatched Cottage Like A Barn Was Erected Here AD 1765 A Wide Porch Spans A Yard And Alcove |
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| All Saints, Nether Silton |
We crossed the road to rejoin our path alongside the old post office and after crossing several fields 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. We sat in the graveyard on the Jubilee Bench and enjoyed our coffee and scones before spending some time exploring the church and reading the inscriptions on the old gravestones.
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| Field paths to Over Silton |
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| St Mary's Church, Over Silton |
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| 'When though in lonely grief you sigh, for friends beloved no longer nigh, Submission, still we would reply, Thy will be done' |
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| 'All you who come my grave to see, prepare yourselves to follow me, repent in time no more delay, for youth and age will soon decay. Life is uncertain, death is sure, Sin is the wound but Christ the cure' |
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| 'Just in the darling of my youth, then death to me was sent, and you who have a longer stay, be certain to repent' |
The old church was unlocked and Clive and I entered to find the floor covered in bits of plaster which appeared to have fallen from the roof. No electric lights of course, but our eyes gradually got used to the dark and we were able to see without lighting the candles that hung from the ceiling. The stained glass windows are attractive and we were interested to see the old organ, which we discovered still worked by pumping the foot pedals. We were fascinated to see that lots of the pews had pieces of butterfly wings scattered on them like confetti. Had the butterflies wintered in the wooden ceiling slats and fallen when they died?
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| Inside St Mary's, Over Silton |
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| Clive gets some sound, though not very musical |
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| Butterfly wings on the pews |
Coming out of the church we noticed a large gravestone that was covered on both sides with dense script and walked over to see if we could make it out. It must be the longest epitaph ever written! Here it is, and my translation written underneath with commas representing line breaks.
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| Mary, wife of Charles who died April 16th 1788 aged 44. 'Sweet children and husband dear, live still by faith and nothing fear, But sin which is the root of strife, The seed of death the bane of life, What am I now, dust and shade, Yourselves the same, your life doth fade, This I suggest from silent urn, that whilst I speak your heart may burn, and be in flame with heavenly love, Aspiring still to things above,' |
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| On the back! '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.' |
The epitaphs on the graves from the eighteenth century usually seem to leave a cautionary message for the living but we were baffled by the above. Exactly what was the long message about? It must have been very expensive to have a gravestone engraved with such a long epitaph.
We walked across the fields away from the isolated church and towards the village of Over Silton where we passed by the old manor house. 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 died in 1913 aged 81. We turned right and walked beyond the houses to a left turn where our path left the road and climbed steeply into Crabtree Bank Plantation. The next 2.5 miles were through conifers, sometimes on wide forestry tracks and sometimes on narrow footpaths but always very muddy and difficult to negotiate. We climbed steeply for the first mile then our path levelled out for a mile before dropping sharply through Big Wood towards Oakdale.
As we picked our way through the muddy tracks of Crabtree Plantation we saw the Hanging Stone above us.
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 were surprised to come to a large clearing where trees had been felled, leaving a huge untidy area that looked like The Somme. This clearing was not here 13 months ago when we last walked through the wood. We crossed the clearing and re-entered dense conifers following a waymarked path until we came to a slippery descent into Oak Dale.
Reaching the bottom we exited the trees and walked up to reach the tarmac track that leads to Oakdale Reservoir and were amazed to discover that Oakdale Reservoir is no longer there! The reservoir had been drained when we walked here in January 2014 but since then work has been carried out to remove all traces of the reservoir; seeds have been planted and grassy banks are now emerging where there was once water. We thought it would look very nice when completed.
Leaving Oak Dale we climbed steeply back to Hambleton Road where a brief walk took us to our car. A short drive then took us to Osmotherley and the Queen Catherine Hotel where we discussed today's walk over a pint of Thwaites Wainwright.
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| The base of an ancient cross |
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| Looking back at the isolated church of St Mary, Over Silton |
We walked across the fields away from the isolated church and towards the village of Over Silton where we passed by the old manor house. 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 died in 1913 aged 81. We turned right and walked beyond the houses to a left turn where our path left the road and climbed steeply into Crabtree Bank Plantation. The next 2.5 miles were through conifers, sometimes on wide forestry tracks and sometimes on narrow footpaths but always very muddy and difficult to negotiate. We climbed steeply for the first mile then our path levelled out for a mile before dropping sharply through Big Wood towards Oakdale.
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| Over Silton |
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| The old manor house at Over Silton, does the coat of arms belong to the gallant Sir George? |
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| The old school, built 1844 |
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| We leave the lane and head up into trees |
As we picked our way through the muddy tracks of Crabtree Plantation we saw the Hanging Stone above us.
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| The Hanging Stone |
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.
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| Walking through Crabtree Plantation |
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| We need to go up there! |
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| Walking through Thimbleby Bank Plantation |
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| Entering Big Wood |
We followed a distinct path into the dense trees of Big Wood and were surprised to come to a large clearing where trees had been felled, leaving a huge untidy area that looked like The Somme. This clearing was not here 13 months ago when we last walked through the wood. We crossed the clearing and re-entered dense conifers following a waymarked path until we came to a slippery descent into Oak Dale.
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| We see Osmotherley from Big Wood |
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| A large clearing in Big Wood |
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| Hanging on as we start our steep descent through the trees |
Reaching the bottom we exited the trees and walked up to reach the tarmac track that leads to Oakdale Reservoir and were amazed to discover that Oakdale Reservoir is no longer there! The reservoir had been drained when we walked here in January 2014 but since then work has been carried out to remove all traces of the reservoir; seeds have been planted and grassy banks are now emerging where there was once water. We thought it would look very nice when completed.
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| Leaving Big Wood |
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| Where's the reservoir gone?! |
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| That explains it! |
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| There was a concrete dam there last time we passed! |
Leaving Oak Dale we climbed steeply back to Hambleton Road where a brief walk took us to our car. A short drive then took us to Osmotherley and the Queen Catherine Hotel where we discussed today's walk over a pint of Thwaites Wainwright.
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| Climbing back up the Cleveland Way to Hambleton Road |
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| January 2014 |
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| Same point today |
