DAY 11 ... INGLEBY CROSS TO GREAT BROUGHTON ... 14 MILES
David fixes a good breakfast for me and a large
group. He is doing it all, never saw Audrey. The sun
is out with a few clouds. There was rain last night
and more may be on the way. Its a good climb past
Park House up through Cleveland Forest to the
junction of the Cleveland Way path from Osmotherly.
I was last here in 2006, walking the Cleveland Way
from Helmsley and continuing on the C2C to the
coast. Photos from that walk will be shown along
with photos from this walk starting with my
overnight in Osmotherly. Friends I met on that walk,
I call them the "Foursome", are walking the complete
Cleveland Way; I first saw them in Helmsley and will
see them later on the 2006 walk.
Queen Catherine Hotel in Osmotherly, Oct 2006
Gregg With Fellow Walkers in the Queen Catherine,
Oct 2006
After passing the microwave station, I break out of
the trees onto Scarf Moor, a protected area
overlooking the Vale of Mobray, wonderful views and
fine walking. It starts raining and I put the Duck's
Back on my pack. It was raining in 2006 also. Here,
the C2C is coexistant with the Cleveland Way which,
being a National Trail, is well maintained and way
marked (the C2C is neither well maintained nor well
marked).
Mushrooms and Raindrops in Scarf Wood, Oct 2006
Scarth Moor Oct 2006
Scarth Moor May 2009
As I was admiring the bluebells of Cline Wood, I met
Tim, a local amateur historian out walking with his
dog Sable. As we passed through areas of shale, jet
mines and ironstone mining he explained the history
and economic significance of the local mining
industry. Tim pointed out hidden quarries and told
of the extensive 19th century railroad system
carrying ironstone ore to smelters and jet to
workshops. Jet comes from Monkey Puzzle trees of the
dinosaur age and became the rage when Queen Victoria
wore black jet jewelry to mourn the death of Prince
Albert. Dinosaur fossils still wash up on the shore
at Whitby and diving for jet in the seabed was quite
a sport when jet was more popular..
Near Scugdale Beck, we catch up with Henry and Jane
who had stayed at Park House and got a jump on me
this morning. Tim left us at Huthwaite Green and us
three made the steep ascent onto Live Moor (like
Scarth Moor, a protected area). Then it was summit
after summit until Lordstone's Cafe. Jane says we
will top six summits today.
Live Moor Looking towards Carlton Moor, Oct 2006
As we started the descent from desolate Carlton
Moor. Henry jokingly said "where is a cafe for
lunch", not knowing about Lordstone's. I said "at
the bottom of the hill". He laughed, thinking I was
a great kidder. Then I said "last time I was here I
had a pint of John Smith for only a pound", he
laughed again thinking this was great fun. The cafe
is built into the hillside
and totally hidden from the path, so when I led them
through the trees and around to the front entrance
with its outdoor tables, he was dumbfounded. They
had a packed lunch, so got a pot of tea at the cafe
while I had soup with a roll.
At Lordstones, we saw most of today’s walkers, Bill
and Katie, four Australians and the van supported
group. In 2006, I met up here with my walker friends
from Osmotherly and had my pint of John Smith.
Lordstone's Cafe, Oct 2006
Lordstone's Cafe With Henry and Jane
This is one of the best day’s walks, great weather,
six peaks to climb, five moors to cross and the
unusual group of huge boulders called the
Wainstones. I continue walking with Henry and Jane
and quickly pass the Australians at Cringle Moor. Up
on Hasty Bank at the Wainstones, we can see Great
Broughton to the north and Urra to the southwest
where I stayed three years ago at Maltkiln House and
where Bill and Katie are staying tonight. The
Wainstones is one of my favorite places, but we
don't tarry as I did in 2006, but stride out along
the high cliff of Hasty Bank to Clay Bank Top.
Cold Moor from Cringle Moor, Oct 2006
Gregg and Henry on Cringle Moor
At Path Junction Looking to Hasty Bank/Wainstones,
Oct 2006
Overlooking Great Broughton From The Wainstones
Wainstones, Oct 2006
Wainstones on Steroids, Oct 2006
Overlooking Urra With Carr Ridge/Urra Moor Beyond,
Oct 2006
Descending to Clay Bank Top, we decided to walk the
two road miles into Great Broughton and our b&bs.
Big mistake! It was a long two miles with traffic,
poor verge, not fun. A poor ending to a beautiful
day's walk. We could have called one of our b&bs for
a ride and should have. H & J are at Newlands House
and I'm just up the road at Ingle Hill B&B. At the
b&b, Margaret takes me into the sun room where the
Australians were having scones and tea (they had
called for a ride).
I meet H & J at the Jet Miners Inn for dinner, the
four Australians were there also. I had a lamb shank
w/salad and a Black Sheep ale. Henry insists on
buying, saying it was an honor and pleasure to meet
me. I could say the same about them. They will all
be stopping at the Lion Inn tomorrow while I go on
to Glaisdale, so I won't see them again. I should
see Bill and Katie in Glaisdale at the Arncliffe
Arms for dinner.
Back at the b&b, I talked to Margaret for awhile.
She is running the place by herself now since her
husband died only one month ago at 88 years old. She
seems about 10 years younger, a big job at her age.
Can she keep the b&b going by herself? I hope to get
an early start in the morning; her daughter Mandy
will drive me back to the C2C at Clay Bank Top.
In 2006, when I stayed at Maltkiln House in Urra,
Jerry showed me a path that led past jet mines up
onto Urra Moor and linking up with the C2C on Carr
Ridge. It was foggy and misty that morning, the kind
of day where I expected to see a wolf running across
the moors. I expect tomorrow morning will be a bit
brighter.
Maltkiln House With Hosts Jerry and Wendy, Oct 2006
Overlooking Urra From Urra Moor, Oct 2006
Some local history courtesy of Jerry at the Maltkin
House in 2006. Urra is in Bilsdale, named after
William the Conqueror (Bill) who came through here
on his way to York as a shortcut. His army had to
take a longer way. However, he caught a cold and had
to stay until recovered, causing no little amount of
worry to his army.