Along the Old Drover's Road from Osmotherley 

 

6 miles                                         Cold and crisp

 

We had intended a walk from Carlton today but turned back after being unable to get up Carlton Bank because of ice.  Instead we drove to Osmotherley and parked in the village opposite the Queen Catherine pub.

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

We walked through the village noticing a couple of new (to us) weather vanes, past the pinfold in Quarry Lane and turned left into Rueberry Lane. 

Pinfold, where stray animals were kept until being returned after payment

Turning into Rueberry Way, following the Cleveland Way sign to Scarth Nick

Tom Scott Burns notes that in the Domesday Book the village was called Asmundrelac, meaning Asmund's Clearing.  The village was ravaged by William the Conqueror in 1069 and was still described as waste land in its entry in the Domesday Book in 1085.

Rueberry Lane led us to Lady Chapel which was founded by Catherine of Aragon in 1515, and as we approached the Chapel we saw that the Stations of the Cross are marked out on the right side of the path.  We passed by the Chapel and dropped down to a field track which would have been very muddy but which was walkable today because of the crisp conditions.

One of the Stations of the Cross

Lady Chapel

Too early in the walk to take advantage of the seat in the sun

Our paths were still very crisp from last night's freezing temperatures

Looking across at the A19 and picking out landmarks

We rejoined the Cleveland Way at this point, following it uphill through the birch trees of South Wood to reach transmitter masts.  Passing through gates at the side of the masts we followed the Cleveland Way upwards towards Scarth Wood Moor, all the time enjoying a fine prospect towards the Cleveland Hills, and in the foreground Whorl Hill.

Confusing sign, the C to C and the Cleveland Way use the same path eastwards

Climbing Swinestyle Hill towards Beacon Hill

Lots of flooded fields - the building in the centre is the Tontine Inn

The birch trees of South Wood

Approaching the transmitter masts at Beacon Hill

Crossing Scarth Wood Moor towards Whorl Hill

Swainby Village and Whorl Hill to the right

Eventually we reached a wooden sign at the deep trough of Scarth Nick, pointing towards Cod Beck Reservoir, and we left the Cleveland Way to soon reached a tarmac road that runs from Swainby to Sheepwash.  TSB explains that during the Ice Age of approximately 20,000 years ago, a glacier from the north enveloped an area 20 - 30 miles wide and 1000 or more feet thick.  It failed to cover the moors but crept into Scugdale depositing materials from Scotland, Cumbria and Durham. Sand, gravel and stones left by meltwater formed the conspicuous mound of Round Hill, the present car park at Sheepwash.

Reaching the water splash at Sheepwash we sat in the sun and enjoyed coffee and scones with the pleasant background accompaniment of burbling water.

Approaching our turn off the Cleveland Way

Clive looks over Scarth Nick

Car Park at Round Hill

Approaching Sheepwash

A perfect spot for coffee and scones

Crossing the beck we climbed up Pamperdale Moor, our path running alongside the woods that drop down to the reservoir.  This path is known as High Lane and is the old Drovers' Road.  TSB says that it was probably used by prehistoric man, the Romans and before the present day road was made, as a corridor through the Cleveland Hills.  Just as we reached the tarmac road from Osmotherley we saw the ruins of Solomon's Temple, which was built by the eccentric Solomon Metcalf in 1812 and had images of the sun, moon and stars on its walls.

We followed the tarmac road to Chequers Farm.  This interesting building was an old inn and held a licence for 300 years until 1945. When it was a hostelry it was famous for keeping an old peat fire alight for 150 years!  The sign of the Inn was a chequers board signifying that it would change money for the drovers and on the sign was the cryptic message  "Be not in haste, Step in and taste, Ale tomorrow for nothing.'   As we all know, tomorrow never comes!  The old sign has been mounted behind glass on the farm wall.

Melt-water runs alongside the Drovers' road

Looking back along the Drovers' road

The remains of Solomon's Temple

The old Chequers Inn

TSB notes that drovers used to bring vast herds of cattle from the Highlands of Scotland across the Hambleton Hills on their way to the markets of East Anglia, the Midlands and London.  Their average pace was just 2 miles per hour. 

We turned right off the Drovers' road onto a green track and almost immediately saw a small shrine against the wall on our left side.  When I reported this shrine in my blog a year or so ago I received a nice email explaining its significance, which I'll copy here:

a sutton6 March 2015 at 11:29

The shrine you mention is that of my Mam. The significance is my Mam and Dad spent a glorious day together walking around Osmotherley in 1945 and they had a photograph taken there as a young couple, Dad in his uniform. He was a Paratrooper in the 6th Airborne, 9th Battalion. He was only 18 years old when he dropped on D day in Normandy and on the Rhine crossing, he had a miraculous escape, saved by a tiny cross which stopped a machine gun bullet. He has written a book called 'A Teenager's War' by Ron Tucker, it is a moving, heartwarming, funny story and there are photographs of them at the very same spot in Osmotherley! and if anyone is interested we sell his book for £13 (inc p&p) and all the proceeds go to S.A.F.A.
We can be contacted at g.a.sutton@ntlworld.com, please feel free to email.

The green track led us down to Oakdale past Oakdale Farm where working dogs in a kennel watched us pass by and we joined the farm road across Slap Stone Beck (apparently this name refers to slippery stones at the ford).

Looking back at Chequers...

... as we follow the green path down to Oakdale

Dogs at Oakdale Farm

Oakdale Farm

Approaching Slap Stone Beck

 

Crossing the Osmotherley to Hawnby road once more, we passed through the gates of White House Farm, which has a lovely view of Osmotherley from its large bay windows.  The path has been diverted here away from the farm, and as we were once again on the Cleveland Way we found that the track downhill across fields has been heavily used and is very slippery as it descends to Cote Ghyll.

We found it difficult to remain upright on this stretch and hard to find a decent way down to the bridge across the beck.  Once over the water we faced an immediate and very steep climb out of the trees to reach a stone slabbed path across fields to Osmotherley.

Passing through the gates of White House Farm

White House Farm from behind

White House Farm from the front

Tricky descent from White House Farm to Cote Ghyll

Crossing the beck

View upstream

As we entered the village along narrow alleyways we noticed an old chapel in the terraced row of cottages, obviously still in use.  Tom Scott Burns tells us that John Wesley preached in Osmotherley in 1745 and the chapel was built nine years later.  Wesley returned to preach again at Osmotherley in June 1761, and probably used this chapel.

Slab path across fields to Osmotherley

A cheeky rabbit ignores our presence

Alleyways into the village

We spot the old Chapel

Emerging into the High Street

The Queen Catherine Hotel

The alley emerges opposite the cross and beyond that we spotted the Queen Catherine Hotel, where we soon relaxed with a pint of XB Bitter and reflected on our day's walk.  

Kilburn White Horse Circular Walk

5.5 miles             Cold and clear

We ignored Tom Scott Burns's advice to park at the pay and display car park opposite the information centre as it has become an expensive proposition and instead parked in the free National Trust car park below the White Horse.

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

The White Horse at Kilburn from Low Town Bank Road

As we approached the car park the White Horse became clearly visible and I took a quick photograph as this might be the best view of it we would get today.  

From the car park the White Horse was missing its head and looked as if it was due for its triennial 'tidy up'.  We walked back into the road and turned right downhill, soon joining a footpath to the left and above the road, on which we stayed until we reached the next small car park on Low Town Bank Road.

View from the car park

Footpath above the road

Just beyond this car park we turned right from the road into a track which we followed through trees and then fields towards Hood Grange Farm.  As we walked quietly along the track we surprised some deer that quickly took off before I could get a clear photograph of the stag.

Winter feed

We turn off the road into a farm track

Lots of snowdrops among the trees

What's that?! I fumble with my camera...

.... but get a good rear view as they run off

The farm track gave way to field tracks across the charmingly named Happy Valley, which would have been very mucky but sub-zero temperatures kept the ground crisp this morning.  We reached Hood Grange Fram which TSB tells us is an ancient farmhouse where a hermitage once stood, occupied by Robert de Alnetto, who had been a monk at Whitby Abbey.

Our track was diverted round the farmhouse and as we passed through farm gates we were thankful for the frozen ground as it would otherwise have been impassible with mud.

A very unusual stile at Hood Grange Farm

Looking to our right is Roulston Scar

Approaching Hood Grange Farm

Crisp ground made the going easier

We walked along the farm track to meet the A170 noting a neat memorial and graves of residents of the farm. Next to them was a small unmarked grave and we wondered if it belonged to a dog.

We notice a neat grave....

.... and adjacent, perhaps a pet's grave?

We reached the A170 and almost immediately crossed over to join the farm track of High Cleaves Farm, shortly turning right along a fenced field track to the little valley of Butter Dale, which TSB says was cut by ice melt water in the last Ice Age.  A stiff climb took us past a small lake at Gormire Rigg and then we swung right to reach the edge of Gormire Lake, on the opposite side of the lake to our walk of a couple of weeks ago.

High Cleaves Farm

Small lake at Gormire Rigg

A path diversion around High Cleaves Farm

Clive admires a display of snowdrops

In Gormire Woods, was this once a building?

We suddenly see Lake Gormire

View as we follow the path around the lake

As we reached the southern end of the lake we came across a rudimentary bench with a lovely view across the lake.  Too good to pass by, we sat and enjoyed our coffee and scones.

A nice spot for coffee

We continued around the lake shore until we reached the climb to Whitestone Cliff through Garbutt Woods. We knew what to expect and a steep twenty minute climb in silence followed, punctuated only by the occasional regretful remark that perhaps we shouldn't have eaten the last few biscuits.  

We reached the top at last and instead of turning left towards Sneck Gate we turned right, signposted Sutton Bank.  We now walked along a path for about 1.5 miles, following the ridge, with magnificent views into the Vale of Mowbray below.  TSB explains the underlying cliffs are comprised of Coral Rag or Coralline Oolite, alternate layers of coarse shelly limestone full of fossils and hard flint.  During the Ice Age glacial sheets, unable to override the Cleveland Hills, swept round both sides of the moors carving out the great cliffs at Gormire and Roulston Scar.   Opposite us was the cone shaped Hood Hill where a number of barrows and earthworks are located around the summit.

Up and up..

.. and up and up

At the top we turn towards Sutton Bank

A plethora of signs

Gormire below

Hood Hill

Reaching the Visitor Centre and the A170 again, we crossed the road and continued along the trail, on a path that was known as Thieves' Highway in ancient times, apparently as it was used as a getaway route after plundering travellers on the Hambleton road.  On our left was the Yorkshire Gliding Club and we continued around the headland to arrive above the White Horse, just below our path.  Our track ran down steps to the car park below and the end of our walk. 

Roulston Scar

Hood Grange Farm below

Roulston Scar

We are above the White Horse's ears!

Steps down to the car park

A short drive took us to the village of Kilburn where we found the Forresters Arms and a sun trap at the front of the pub allowed us to enjoy our first outdoor pints of the year as we discussed today's walk.

Cheers!