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

Thursday 2 July 2015

Caydale and Noddle End from Murton

7.5 miles                           Hot and humid



Tom Scott Burns explains that a 'grange' was a farmhouse attached to a religious order and Murton Grange once belonged to the monks of nearby Byland Abbey.  We drove to Murton Grange taking the Laskill turn-off from the B1257 Stokesley to Helmsley road and parked on the verge near to the white buildings of the Grange.
 
Today's map from The Walker's Guide to the Hambleton Hills


Murton Grange and outbuildings


The mini heat wave made walking an effort but we set off up the tarmac lane alongside Murton Grange.  As we passed the gate to Ox Pasture Lane a man and his dog walked towards us and a partridge on the other side of the gate froze as he realised he was between us and the dog.  His indecision allowed me a couple of nice close photographs before he took to the air.




A nervous partridge

We came to a fork, the main lane going on to Caydale Mill but we went straight ahead here and down into the hidden valley of Caydale.  Tom Scott Burns tells us that at this spot the last wild cat in England was shot in 1840, by a Charles Harrison. As we descended into the valley a deer ran across the path in front of us and as we hesitated its fawn followed and stopped dead on the path to look at us, brown and glossy and not more than 20 feet away.  I reached for my camera and just as I switched it on the fawn disappeared into the bushes on the other side of the path.  What a photo it would have made!


Bear right off the tarmac

Overgrown path into Caydale
We reached the beck at the bottom of the valley and started the long climb up the other side, passing the remains of the 'Captain's Seat', as shown on the map above.  Who the captain was and why he sat at this remote spot, I have been unable to discover despite Google searches, but in the 1740s a Joseph Ford of Kirbymoorside perfected a system of tapping into springs and channeling water in open 'rills' some 12 inches wide.  Water was diverted by this method through Caydale from King Spring to the village of Old Byland.  Perhaps the original memorial seat goes back to those days, who knows.


Clive inspects a 'rill'

The remains of The Captain's Seat

Out of Caydale and looking back at our path and Murton Grange

Leaving the climb and Caydale we crossed several fields to reach the tarmac of High Leir Lane where we turned right and walked through shimmering heat to pass Weathercote Farm with its novel 'cat and rat' weather vane.








Towards High Leir Lane

Poppies alongside High Leir Lane



Cat and rat



After a mile we reached the junction with Cleveland Road which we crossed to follow field paths again, until we reached the high ridge of Boltby Scar.  We were ready for refreshment by this time and we followed the ridge to the old quarry workings where we sat with a magnificent view over Boltby and enjoyed our coffee and scones in a slight and very welcome breeze.

Crossing Cleveland Road to field Paths

We reach the moor gate

Turn right towards Sneck Yate

Boltby Scar

We find a comfy spot for refreshments

We set off and walked towards the Old Barn (which we passed two weeks ago on our Boltby to Gormire walk) but this time walked straight past it following the Cleveland Way. We passed groups of sheep, lying comatose in the heat and panting frantically to cool themselves.


The Old Barn

Hot sheep

Clive lets a couple of cyclists through
We crossed Sneck Yate Bank Road, opening the gate for a couple of cyclists, and continued along a forest path to High Paradise Farm, which now has a tea room in the summer months.  Although it was nearly 30 minutes since we had our coffee break we showed amazing will power and walked on past mountain bikers enjoying their coffee at the farm cafe, soon reaching the gate with the old drovers' road, Hambleton Road. 


High Paradise Farm

Hambleton Road Crossing

We crossed straight over and walked onto Daletown Common where we continued for about two miles towards the old ruined barn at Noddle End.   We passed a field that had obviously been sown with wild flowers, perhaps courtesy of some sort of agricultural grant, and it was full of bees and butterflies.


Daletown Common



Wild flowers



Towards Noddle End

We reached the ruined barn and were startled by cattle who had been sheltering from the heat in the barn who rushed out as we passed.  The view from this spot is stunning and we stood for a few moments looking down at the ruined building of Gowerdale House.    

 
Cattle rush out of the old barn


Looking down from Noddle End

Noddle End



Descending to Gowerdale House




Our path led steeply downhill to a single deserted farmstead, Gowerdale House.  This area was the site of what was once a medieval village, long abandoned.  TSB speculates whether the Black Death visited this secluded valley.  We walked in front of the house which has the bleak message, "Look around and get out!" painted on the front door, and followed a rising path through the yard of Dale Town Farm.

 
Gowerdale House


We walked straight uphill from the farm, turning left along Peak Scar Top and soon reaching Murton Bank Road and our car.  A short drive took us to the Inn at Hawnby where we enjoyed a pint in the garden and reflected on a hot but enjoyable day's walk.



Looking back at Gowerdale House from Murton Bank

Dale Town Farm

From left, Hawnby Hill, Hawnby village and Easterside Hill

Cooling down at the Inn at Hawnby







Friday 26 June 2015


Bank Foot to Upper Baysdale and Burton Howe




11 miles                    Warm and cloudy





We decided to do a new walk of longer length today, from The Walker's Guide to the Cleveland Hills.  We parked at the road side near to Bank Foot Farm, which is approached from the unclassified road between Ingleby Greenhow and Battersby.



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


Farm cottage, Bank Foot


Another horse succumbs to the pleasures of Jakeman's Throat and Chest lozenges

Mmmm, any more?!

Bank Foot Farm



Tom Scott Burns relates a grisly deed that occurred here on 3rd October 1924.  Frank Ward who lived in one of the railway cottages on the incline failed to return home after an evening of drinking at the Dudley Arms in Ingleby Greenhow.  His daughter Hannah and a neighbour, Medd Carpenter, made a search and followed a trail of blood to a haystack at Bank Foot where Frank's body was found partially concealed.  Later that morning the Police found Frank's best friend Jerry Dalton, who lived in a cottage near Bank Foot Farm, slumped in a ditch with self inflicted throat wounds.  He was subsequently convicted of the murder of his friend and hanged for his crime.  All was peaceful at Bank Foot this morning and we walked past the farm and straight into a steep climb, following the track up to Turkey Nab.  We soon passed a dead sheep, however, but it showed no sign of injury and on reaching the top we paused to admire the view and get our breath back.


Starting the climb at Bank Foot

The path nearly disappears in bracken

Nearing the top

A sad sight


Looking down at Bank Foot Farm

Looking over to Battersby and Captain Cook's Monument in the far distance

Just beyond the Nab we turned left onto a smaller track that led across Ingelby Moor, crossing Black Beck about a mile further on before a slight climb to bear left onto Middle Head Road.   We paused to watch a Golden Plover sitting on a rock while her chicks ran on the moor nearby.   Shortly after we came to an interesting group of large boulders known as the Cheese Stones, a good vantage point to look down into Baysdale.  Continuing along the moor we came to the remains of a medieval cross and a little more walking found us looking down onto the imposing building of Baysdale Abbey Farm.  The sun was out and this made a lovely spot to sit and enjoy our coffee and scones.


Looking from Turkey Nab

If you look carefully you can see a Golden Plover in front of the sheep

That's a better view!

Empty spaces

The Cheese Stones

Remains of a medieval cross

Tom Scott Burns says that in the middle ages land rents for Baysdale were paid with the heads of wolves, which were numerous in the area, and one can imagine this wild enclosed ravine in the 1300s, when cattle were over-wintered in the valley bottom.  In fact, TSB explains, Baysdale is derived from Basdale meaning Cow Shed Valley.  We walked down to the Abbey Farm which has been renovated and is now marketed as holiday lets and walked round the building to see if we could spot the 13th century mullions that TSB says are preserved in the south side of the building.  We couldn't.


Woods before Baysdale Abbey

Baysdale Abbey Farm from our coffee stop. Thorntree House Farm top right

The South side of the building

Tom's map now indicates that we should take a direct route across the fields to Thorntree House Farm and in fact when we checked the OS map, a route is shown but has long since fallen into disuse.  We headed across the fields keeping to where we felt the path should be and passing the farm rejoined a forestry track back into the woods leading up to Baysdale Moor.    We followed the moorland track for about 1.5 miles before reaching an old stone shooting box.   Our path actually turned right 100 yards before the building but we decided to go and look at it.  The shooting box was in good repair, padlocked and with the date 1928 on the wall.


Entering the woods on the far side of Thorntree House Farm

Leaving the woods at the moor gate

We leave our path briefly to examine a stone shooting box

A date of 1928 can just be made out on the corner wall

We walked back up to rejoin our path which led us down through the old disused coal pits of Armouth Wath, ('ford at becks meeting') across Grain Beck after which we followed a collier's track until we reached the Bronze Age tumulus of Burton Howe, at 1419 feet.  


A late lamb

Approaching the tumulus mound of Burton Howe

Other tumuli can be seen nearby

The Cleveland Hills from Burton Howe



Our path now followed the escarpment across the open land of Ingleby Moor, locally known as Siberia, and devoid of interest until we came to a well preserved standing stone  near Tidy Brown Hill.  We could make out the inscription Kirby and Helmsley 1757 on one side and Guis Boro on the other and we were pleased to see that tradition had been maintained and a few coins had been left under a loose top stone, should a needy person happen by.  Strangely TSB doesn't mention this stone in his walk description.


Following the escarpment

Standing stone near Tidy Brown Hill

Kirby and Helmsley 1757


'Guisboro' and hand

For the needy


We continued our long walk along the escarpment with fine views to the Cleveland Hills to our left.  At one point we were sorry to come across another dead sheep, this time a fairly mature lamb again with no sign of injury.  Eventually our path reached Turkey Nab and we rejoined our outward path to descend to Bank Foot and our car.


Another fallen sheep

The long walk back to Turkey Nab



This was not a very interesting walk visually as it is comprised mainly of empty moorland but in fine summer weather it made an enjoyable day's tramping.