Distance: 7.0 miles
Ascent: 426ft
Sandwiches: Home smoked ham salad on home made wholemeal bread
Soup: eh? You kidding!
Elevation Profile |
OS Route Map |
3D View of Route |
The descent down into Bishopdale |
Bishopdale Farmhouse & Barns |
Original Village Hall doorway in Thoralby |
We started along the road to the centre of the village and no sooner had week got into our stride we were passing a pub. It seemed a bit of a cop out to just walk past, particularly as the sun was shining on the bench seating outside. We decided to nip in for a swift one. It was about half past midday, so don't be thinking it was anything like an "Australian breakfast".
A quick 'livener' prior to the walk |
The George Inn at Thoralby |
Stone barn off Eastfield Lane |
Eastfield Lane, Thoralby |
Derelict stone barn off Eastfield Lane. |
Curious sheep at Eshington Bridge |
We progressed to Eshington Bridge and just after the bridge we turned right through a stone 'squeeze' stile and into a lush field. This footpath lead us up to the attractive village of West Burton. Halfway along, we decided to sit on the grass and have our lunch. We consumed the sandwiches whilst lying on our backs and watching the cloud formations pass by overhead. Afer some time, we put half the sandwiches back and then packed our things away into the rucksack, and off we went into West Burton to see what delights it had to offer us.
We approached West Burton by way of a small alleyway which brought us out onto a street called Back Nook, at the lower end of the village. As we got onto Back Nook we turned left away from the road that lead to the village centre. This was so we could go past the Old Mill and look at the waterfalls on Walden Beck. We passed by a well kept and attractive looking stone cottage that was made quite striking by the colourful planters to the front and it stood out on the bare street.
Craggley Cottage on Back Nook, West Burton |
Waterfalls at West Burton |
The Cat Pottery, West Burton - Ruby the cat playing with a mouse |
West Burton |
Fruity cider at The Fox & Hounds |
The view down to Bolton Castle in Wensleydale |
There were quite a number of interesting vernacular buildings in Newbiggin, and the whole hamlet had the feel of being quite ancient indeed. We slowly ambled along the road as there was no traffic, just stopping to look at the carved stone lintels above the doorways, and to take in the overall feel of the place.
Newbiggin doorway dated 1636 |
Eastburn Farmhouse, Newbiggin |
A Newbiggin celebration of the Tour de France |
Victorian post box |
A 1948 vintage David Brown tractor in Newbiggin |
Browns House, Newbiggin |
As we walked along we picked up a long disused track that eventually turned into Westfield Lane. Along here we decided to stop again and finish our packed lunch. The rucksack came off, and we flopped down onto the grass and relaxed whilst we consumed the remaining comestibles. After thirty minutes or so, we had finished off what was left of the food, packed the containers away, hoisted the rucksack on my back and continued along the lane. We passed over a small bridge shown as Littleburn Bridge on the map. There was a stone plaque on one side of the parapet wall written in Latin; my Latin is quite poor so I couldn't make sense of it, but it transpired that Littleburn Bridge is a Grade II listed structure. The lane here became a well maintained macadam road and started to rise gently to bring us back to Thoralby. As we approached the western end of the village we passed by a field with a number of inquisitive horses which came down to the gate to greet us as we passed by. Well, their greeting was more likely to see if we had any carrots, apples or sugarlumps, but they were too late we had just finished the apples about thirty minutes previously.
"You Lookin' at me?" |
We got back to the car and changed our footwear, put the rucksack into the back of the car and departed the village hall car park. We went back the same way we came and drove towards the head of Bishopdale. As we drove we passed a huge silage roll on a farm wall - nothing wrong with that you may say, they were haymaking - this one was wrapped in white polythene with a large circular label on it thus making it look like a gigantic cheese round. We saw a number of these strategically placed in fields along the route of the Tour de France, and no doubt the Wensleydale Creamery in Hawes had been using their milk suppliers to gain some useful, and well thought out advertising.
A giant cheese made from hay |
We left Bishopdale behind and dropped down into Upper Wharfedale, and went through Kettlewell. As we drove over the river Wharfe and started to climb up hill towards Kilnsey, we saw, to our left, a field full of yellow sheep! - yellow jumpers of course! I realised why we saw people stopping to take photos here on our way through the valley this morning, nothing to do with Kettlewell at all, they were photographing moutons jaune that we couldn't see from our side of the road. Naturally, I pulled over and also took some photographs.
Yellow jumpers! |
Yellow sheep in Kettlewell |
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