Christopher Somerville

Claxby and Walesby, Lincolnshire Wolds

Apr 032010

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A gorgeous cold blue day, a proper sunny start-of-spring morning over the Lincolnshire Wolds. Seen from afar as a modest green bar on the horizon, the Wolds loomed close to as a considerable wall. This long whaleback of limestone and ironstone rises some 300 feet above the Lincolnshire plains, a height lent grandeur by the flatness of the surrounding landscape. Views west and south from the top are quite spectacular in clear weather, and that’s exactly what today held in prospect.

Claxby to Normanby-le-Wold, suggested the map, and then on via Otby and Walesby to Risby. So many ‘-by’s in this part of the world – the Norse word for a farmstead, denoting where 9^th century Danish invaders settled and beat their swords into ploughshares (to some extent). I strode out up the hill from Claxby, picturing the village’s founder, one Klakkr – rather a fierce fighter, I guessed, carrying the smack and clatter of swords in his name. Up in the wind on the wold top at Normanby, I found the Viking Way long distance path and followed its horned helmet symbols down to lonely Otby on its ridge, then on to Walesby tucked into the valley below.

Walesby folk have not always dwelt in the vale. Their 14^th century forebears fled the plague-blasted settlement around the church of St Andrew on the hill. Today’s low sun picked out the ancient foundations of their houses and fields around St Andrew’s – known to generations as the ‘Ramblers Church’. It became the focus of local walkers’ expeditions in the 1930s, when it stood in romantic ruins. Nowadays there’s a most beautiful stained glass window depicting a red-robed Christ beckoning across a cornfield to a trio of clean-limbed young ramblers of the old school, while a brace of 1950s cyclists waits to attract his attention.

Medieval masons carved a jostle of cheeky, coarse-featured faces among the stone foliage of the nave pillars. I took some snaps and had a chuckle, then followed the Viking Way on along the ridge. Near Walesby Top a herd of 40 red deer watched me pass. The flock of pedigree Lincoln long-wool sheep at Risby – hefty beasts with a llama-like hauteur – stared through their floppy fringes as if mesmerised. And I stared back beyond them, way beyond my homeward path and out west to the edge of sight, where an apocalyptic setting sun sent Blakean shafts from blackening clouds to pick out the two towers of Lincoln cathedral on their ridge some twenty miles away.

Start & finish: Claxby, Lincolnshire (OS ref TF 114944)

Getting there: Claxby is signed from A46 (Market Rasen-Caistor)

Walk: (8½ miles, moderate, OS Explorer 282): Follow Normanby-le-Wold road (signed) uphill. Right by reservoir (118948; footpath fingerpost), up side of wood, through 3 gates to road (123949). Right past Normanby church; follow ‘Viking Way’/VW. After 3 fields, leave VW (125936); ahead (fingerposts, yellow arrows) to valley bottom. Left (130930; fingerpost) to end of paddock (133933); uphill to Otby House drive (139935). Right to road; right into Walesby. From crossroads by village hall (134924) follow VW for 1¼ miles past Ramblers Church (138924), Risby Manor and Castle Farm. In valley bottom beyond, right (152911; fingerpost) across fields to Catskin Lane (142917). Forward for 1/3 mile; right (136919) on footpath (fingerpost) into Walesby. Follow VW out of village; right (130924; ‘Mill House Farm’). Left at fork (129926; ‘Byway’); left off VW (127931); follow ‘Byway’ to Claxby.

More walks, maps: www.christophersomerville.co.uk

Lunch: Picnic

Lincolnshire Wolds Walking Festival: 22 May–6 June; info 01507-609740; www.lincswolds.org.uk

Info: Lincoln TIC (01522-873256); www.visitlincolnshire

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Betchworth, Surrey

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Mar 202010

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A cold winter’s day in Surrey, with snow flurries whitening the North Downs and whirling through the deep lanes around Betchworth. Snowdrops carpeted the aspen groves along the River Mole. Lambs’ tails dangled thick and yellow from the hazels. Spring seemed to be giving winter a bit of a nudge, but half-heartedly as yet. With the heat of the Red Lion’s fire still cracking our cheeks, Jane and I set out well braced.

‘We’re a working forge, a proper forge,’ declared the Betchworth blacksmith, beckoning us in by the furnace and clinking his hammer like a good ’un. It was satisfying to hear that noise, pleasing to know that the sooty old craft clings on among shiny 4X4s and well-scrubbed lifestyles. Along the path the garden gates of Brockham gave onto a child’s wilderness paradise: tangles of scrub, swing trees, thickets and bramble-bush dens, and the grey Mole full of moorhens. A fine contrast to the chocolate-box perfection of the gorgeous old houses around Brockham’s wide village green. In the landscape, too, the local farms were far from airbrushed. Farmyards were muddy and ramshackle, the buildings patched as best they could be. Times are tough for farmers, in the Home Counties countryside as much as anywhere.

Out in the fields the hedges had been stripped to their spiky frames by winter. Strings of rooks wobbled across a white afternoon sky. Pigeons clattered up from the winter wheat. At Bushbury Farm we passed an ancient chaff cutter, crouching like a strange beast in the grass verge, and followed muddy old Tweed Lane to Strood Green. Here is a community fighting back against vanishing rural services, revitalising their village shop by their own efforts to offer all kinds of home-made and locally produced food, a café, internet and postal facilities, news, views and lots of gossip. It’s exemplary. If you want something doing properly …

Brushing off the cake crumbs, we went on through the bare, winter-struck pastures. There were deer slots in the chalky mud of the brassica fields beyond Gadbrook, and flocks of redwings in the overshot brush around Ricebridge Farm, where a crumbling wartime pillbox still guarded the sunken lanes and the river crossing. At deserted Wonham Mill, powder snow came slanting across the dried-out millpond. Musing on the melancholy and stark beauty of this winter countryside, we lost track of the hour, and only beat the dusk by a short head back to the Red Lion and its bright log fire.

Start & finish: Red Lion Inn, Betchworth RH3 7DS (OS ref TQ 214504)

Getting there: Train (www.thetrainline.com; www.railcard.co.uk) to Betchworth; Arriva bus service 21, 22, 32 Guildford-Redhill (01483-505693; www.arrivabus.co.uk); Road: M25 Jct 8, A217 to Reigate, A25 Dorking road

Walk (7½ miles, easy grade, OS Explorer 146): From Red Lion, right for 100 yards; left by Ye Old Gatehouse; follow fingerposts, yellow arrows (YA) past gardens, over drive, down steps to road (215502). Right to T-jct; right along Wonham Lane to T-jct by Dolphin Inn (211497 – Betchworth Forge to right). Cross road (‘Greensand Way/GW’ fingerpost); through arch and churchyard; on along fenced path (GW) for ¾ mile to cross River Mole (199497). Follow GW to road; right to Brockham village green. Cross road (196495); down Old School Lane; in 100 yards, right (GW) along stony lane. In 400 yards, left over stile (191495 – GW, YA). Cross Pondtail Farm drive; in 50 yards, GW turns right (191491), but keep ahead here for ⅔ mile (stiles, YA). Bear left between Bushbury Farm house and buildings (191481 – very muddy!) to gate into lane (192480 – fingerpost). Left to cross Bushbury Lane; follow Tweed Lane to cross road in Strood Green (201480).

Turn right for 150 yards; left (fingerpost) along hedges (stiles, fingerposts, YA) for ⅓ mile. Skirt right of house (stile, YA) to meet drive (208479 – 4-finger post); right to Gadbrook Road (209477). Left for 200 yards; opposite Gadbrook Chapel, left past Gadbrook House (fingerpost). In 150 yards, right (210481) across field to cross Snowerhill Road (216482 – fingerpost). Continue through Knight’s Gorse; follow path (fingerpost) across field and down to cross River Mole over Rice Bridge (223487). In 50 yards ignore stile, YA on right; keep ahead along sunken lane. Approaching Ricebridge Farm, left over stile (224488); bear right around farmhouse; ahead for ⅓ mile to Wonham Mill (224496). Left along road for 50 yards; right (fingerpost); immediately left (stile) past old millpond. Cross paddocks (stiles, gates) to Dungate’s Farm drive (224501). Left for 250 yards; at Fourpenny Cottage, left (223503 – GW). Follow GW across fields for ½ mile to road (216503); left for 50 yards; left down Sandy Lane for 150 yards; right to retrace outward route to Red Lion.

NB – Very muddy around Bushbury Farm – wear appropriate footgear! Online maps, more walks: www.christophersomerville.co.uk

Lunch and accommodation: Red Lion Inn (fires, good food, lovely staff): 01737-843336; www.redlionbetchworth.co.uk; www.innengland.com

Tea: Strood Green shop (01737-843965; www.theshopatstroodgreen.co.uk)

More info: Dorking TIC (01306-879327; www.visitsurrey.com)

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Purton and Sharpness, Gloucestershire

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Mar 132010

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There’s definitely something strange about the river country along the Severn Estuary. Whether it’s the influence of the mile-wide tideway, the big overarching skies, or the highly idiosyncratic dwellings and their occupants down the twisty lanes that end abruptly at the river, to walk here is to step away from the everyday into some parallel, Severn-centred universe.

Setting out from Brookend, a few miles north of Bristol on the ‘English bank’, Jane and I found ourselves straight away in a tangle of wide old green lanes. You feel that the landscape must be flat, so close to such a big river, so it comes as a shock to top a rise of ground and find a 20-mile view unrolling. To the east the long South Cotswold ridge, May Hill and the heavy tree cover of the Forest of Dean swelling in the west, and between them the Severn hurrying seaward in a muscular double bend of low-tide tan and silver – we halted to gaze our fill before hurrying down the slope into Purton.

In the early 19^th century a 16-mile-long canal was dug from Gloucester down to Sharpness on the lower Severn, cutting out some of the dangerous river bends. Purton, right beside the canal, became a busy little place. Nowadays it’s a sleepy waterside hamlet once more, full of charm and possessed of a true classic of a never-changing pub. No food, no late opening and no nonsense at the Berkeley Arms under the admirable guidance of Mrs Wendy Lord – just a huge fire, stone floors, comfortable old settles, and beer so good it sits up and begs to be drunk. Resistance is useless.

Just down the river path we found an extraordinary elephant’s graveyard of redundant boats – dozens of concrete barges and wooden Severn colliers, rammed into the mud during the late years of the 20^th century to stabilise the tide-burrowed bank between river and canal. Lovingly labelled by the ‘Friends of Purton’, they cluster the margins of Severn in death as in life – Orby, Abbey, Huntley and Harriett, their timbers shivered, their sides split, tillers and hawseholes still bravely held aloft, a poignant gathering.

On down the canal, and through the abutments of a mighty railway bridge that once spanned the Severn. On the night of 25 October 1960, in a thick autumn fog and pitch darkness, two tankers – one loaded with oil, the other with petrol – collided with the bridge piers and exploded, sheeting the river in flame and killing five of the eight crewmen. The damaged bridge was eventually demolished, but the remnants of the tankers are still seen on the riverbed at low tide, and plenty of people around the river port of Sharpness retain vivid memories of that awful night.

Sharpness itself is a rare survival, a working port handling cement, fertilizer and scrap metal far up the tidal Severn. We stopped to watch the cranes swinging bags of fertiliser out of the hold of Shetland Trader, then crossed the canal and made for the field path to Brookend with a sharp appetite apiece. ‘Try the antelope and ginger sauce,’ suggested cheery Dan in the Lammastide Inn. I thought he was pulling my leg, till I looked at the menu board. You’re not in Kansas any more, Toto.

Start & finish: Lammastide PH, Brookend, Sharpness GL13 9SF (OS ref SO 684021)

Getting there: Train (www.thetrainline.com; www.railcard.co.uk) to Cam & Dursley (7 miles); several buses to Sharpness (www.carlberry.co.uk). Road: M5 (Jct 14); A38 (‘Gloucester’); B4066 (‘Sharpness’); right to Brookend. Park at Lammastide PH (please ask permission, and give the pub your custom!)

Walk (6½ miles, easy, OS Explorer OL14): From pub, right past phone box; left on bend (‘bridleway’). In 100 yards at gate, keep left on green lane. At T-jct, right (686023 – blue arrow). In 300 yards, opposite gate, left (689022 – ‘footpath’ stone) across fields (gates, yellow arrows/YAs) for 1 mile to Purton. Reach road left of church. (682042). Ahead across canal; left to next bridge (691044); right past Berkeley Arms PH. Riverside path joins canal towpath (687044). NB To see beached boats, detour right here.

Towpath into Sharpness; cross canal (670030). Up steps (‘Severn Way’); ahead past bungalows; right past Dockers’ Club (671029) to road. Left across the taller swing bridge that’s nearer the canal (673029). Ahead to road (677026); right (‘Sharpness’). Left beside Village Hall (674021 – fingerpost); cross stile; left to cross stile in hedge (678021); up hedge, through gate at top; YAs to Brookend.

NB – Online map, more walks: www.christophersomerville.co.uk

Lunch: Lammastide Inn (friendly and handy): 01453-811337

Drink: Berkeley Arms (open Wed-Sun, 7-10; Sat-Sun 12-2).

More info: Stroud TIC (01453-760960)

www.visitbritain.com/en/destinations/england/south-west/gloucestershire

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Selborne and Noar Hill, Hampshire

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Mar 062010

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The natural world was a puzzle that 18^th-century minds longed to put together. From the orgasms of swifts to the submarine breathing of deer, Gilbert White, curate of the Hampshire village of Selborne, noted and questioned everything around him. The gentle and curious clergyman’s letters, published as The Natural History of Selborne, have sold countless millions; and thousands of White’s admirers and adherents still flock to Selborne to look round his house, The Wakes, and to climb the Zig Zag path cut into the steep face of The Hanger, the 300-ft chalk escarpment behind the village, by White and his brother John.

Sun was flooding through the stained glass window to Gilbert White in St Mary’s Church, back-lighting in glory the heron, the raven, the finches and warblers waiting their turn to be fed by St Francis. Outside in the sunshine and wind, Jane and I paid our respects at the curate’s modest grave, then followed the concertina folds of the Zig Zag up to the crest of the Hanger. Looking back, we saw the village and its green cornfields framed in beech leaves and bathed in thick shafts of light.

The track led over the ancient wood pasture of Selborne Common, nowadays smothered in trees, in White’s time ‘a pleasing, park-like spot, commanding a very engaging view.’ It was one of his favourite places. Here he would come, a notebook in his pocket, alert to all that was going on under, upon and above the earth. Today a confusion of paths tangles on the common, but we picked out ours with only a modicum of cursing.

Now Noar Hill stood ahead, a high promontory. White wondered whether these downland hills might have been formed by the swelling of their water-logged chalk, like yeast – a perfect example of his endearing mixture of science and poetry. Here we found, pinned to a tree, a touching quotation by Harry Rustell, a local man who spent the first 30 years of his life, early in the 20^th century, on Noar Hill farms. ‘If I should happen to know,’ read the note, ‘when my last days on this Earth are at hand, I would like to be able to wave a magic wand and be above the beech hangers of Noar Hill among the wild flowers, especially the cowslips, my mother’s favourite.’

There are still cowslips on Noar Hill, and violets among the mosses in High Wood Hanger. Walking under the beech and hazels back to Selborne at the foot of the down, we imagined a meeting on the hill between farm boy and curate, and guessed they would not have been short of things to talk about.

Start & finish: Village car park, Selborne GU34 3JR (OS ref SU 742335)

Getting there: Train (www.thetrainline.com; www.railcard.co.uk) to Alton (5 miles); bus service 72/X72 (www.stagecoachbus.com); Road: M3 (Jct 6), A339 to Alton, B3006 to Selborne

Walk (5 miles, moderate grade, OS Explorer 133): From car park, right up path (‘Zigzag and Hanger’ fingerpost). In 300 yards, through gate; bear left up Zigzag. Right at top, through gate, along ride over Selborne Common through trees for ⅔ mile. At fork in open space (732329), left to gate at edge of trees (729328). Left past two 4-finger ‘bridleway’ posts; along Green Lane to cross road (731322). Diagonally left (fingerpost) across field to road (734321). Right for 15 yards; right up path in tunnel of trees. Cross lane (736318); on with hedge, then wood on left for ½ mile, into wood (yellow arrow/YA) to crossing of tracks at wood edge (742315). On over crossing (‘Hangers Way/HW’ bridleway). In ¼ mile, HW branches left at 3-finger post (747315 – green arrow); but keep ahead on path sloping down to 3-finger post (751317). Left (‘bridleway’) inside lower edge of High Wood Hanger, ignoring paths on left, for ¾ mile to rejoin HW (740321 – green arrow). Right to road (738323); right to T-junction (738325). Over stile opposite; follow HW round field edge to top right corner; stiles and HW back to Selborne.

NB – Online maps, more walks: www.christophersomerville.co.uk

Lunch: Selborne Arms (01420-511247; www.selbornearms.co.uk) or Queen’s Hotel (01420-511454)

Gilbert White’s House, The Wakes, High Street, Selborne (01420-511275; www.gilbertwhiteshouse.org.uk)

The Natural History of Selborne by Gilbert White (Penguin); http://naturalhistoryofselborne.com/

More info: Petersfield TIC (01730-268829)

www.visit-hampshire.co.uk; www.ramblers.org.uk

Norfolk Coast Path, North Norfolk

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Feb 272010

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A brisk southerly wind scoured the North Norfolk coast, smearing livid silvery light between the clouds. The midwinter quiet over Burnham Overy Staithe was broken only by the snap and clink of halyards against hollow aluminium masts. Low-built old houses along the village lanes, barn-like sheds of flint cobbles and tarred brick along the staithe on Overy Creek; the fishwife screech of blackheaded gulls, and the estuarine stink of salt mud.

‘A land that is thirstier than ruin;

A sea that is hungrier than death;

Heaped hills that a tree never grew in;

Wide sands where the wave draws breath.’

That was the quotation from Algernon Swinburne’s ‘In the Salt Marshes’ that I found posted on the staithe. Looking seaward to the long ridge of the sandhills and the lines of pinkfooted geese hurrying across the windy sky beyond, I thought how winter seemed caught to perfection exactly here and now.

Burnham Overy Staithe was one of North Norfolk’s string of coastal settlements that prospered until silt choked off their direct access to the open sea. A broad barrier of saltmarsh developed seaward of the little ports, threaded by winding creeks unnavigable by ships of any decent size. Horatio Nelson, born in Burnham Thorpe a topmast hail away, sailed these muddy rivulets as a lad. Nowadays Burnham Overy Staithe sits brooding in its green prison of marshes, as chockfull of salty atmosphere as any sea shanty.

The curleek! of curlews and wistful piping of oystercatchers came up the ebbing Overy Creek. Its fringe of reeds bent in the wind, tossing a million feathery heads together, and the hiss and rustle of the reedbeds followed me out through the piled sand dunes. Hawthorn bushes leaned out of the sandhills, their lichened twigs whistling with wind. Marram grass seethed like a crazy man’s hair. The sand of the dune slacks was full of minuscule snail shells, each whorl scoured to a pale ghost by the rushing sand grains.

Down on the beach the wind forced me along. A girl ran ahead with her dog, making it leap for driftwood, her long black hair streaming. What magnificent good fortune to be out here among the sand dervishes in a good-going gale, lord of a strand half a mile wide, crunching across an epic graveyard of razorshells with the sting of salt and the tang of pine resin in my nostrils.

The pine trees bounded Holkham Meals, the landward margin of the beach, all the way to Wells-next-the-Sea. Beach hut owners were repairing the winter’s ravages with a great clunking of hammers. Wells lay a mile inland, a painter’s dream with its colourful harbour houses and big waterfront granary. The dredger Kari Hege was hard at work clearing the old port’s lifeline of a channel. As I stood idly watching, a dozen brent geese flew low overhead and went barking away towards the sea, intent on their own purposes, utterly oblivious of the works of man.

Start & finish: The Hero PH, Burnham Overy Staithe PE31 8JE (OS ref TF 843442)

Getting there: Coasthopper Bus (www.norfolkgreen.co.uk); A149 from King’s Lynn or Cromer

Walk (6 ½ miles, easy grade, OS Explorer 251): Opposite The Hero PH, turn down lane to quay. Right along coast path (yellow arrows, white National Trail acorns) for 5 miles to Wells-next-the-Sea beach huts (915455). Inland along embankment (‘Norfolk Coast Path’) to Wells-next-the-Sea. Right along B1105 to bus stop.

NB – Online maps, more walks: www.christophersomerville.co.uk

Lunch: Plenty of places in Wells-next-the-Sea; The Hero, Burnham Overy Staithe (01328-738334; www.theheroburnhamovery.co.uk)

Accommodation: Victoria Hotel, Holkham, Norfolk NR23 1RG (01328-711008; www.victoriatatholkham.co.uk) – characterful, cheerful and welcoming

Info: Wells-next-the-Sea TIC (01328-710885); www.visitnorfolk.co.uk; www.ramblers.org.uk

Upper Nidderdale, N. Yorkshire

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Feb 202010

Nidderdale lies in the eastern fringes of the Yorkshire Dales, but there’s no mistaking where you are. It’s proper Dales country round here – sombre brown moor tops on high, green valley bottoms below, dotted with stone barns and striped with stone walls.
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The farming hamlet of Middlesmoor stands high over the upper reaches of the dale, a tight-knit cluster of houses along cobbled laneways, a decent pub in the Crown, and a church where generations of Middlesmoorians sleep with a memorable view to greet them on Resurrection Day – the whole green dale dipping away towards the silver comma of Gouthwaite Reservoir.

It was blue sky above me and rain showers chasing each other across the hills as I set out from Middlesmoor, barked off enthusiastically along the Nidderdale Way by a brace of muddy spaniels. The stony walled track of In Moor Lane, a winding old packhorse route, took me up over In Moor, and the rain and sun spread a fabulous arch of seven colours across the sky for me to walk through. Where the stony lane levelled out I startled a dozen grouse from their perch on the wall; they fled across the heather with a crisp whirr of wings and a burst of harsh, hysterical cackling.

A twist of the lane and I was looking down on Scar House Reservoir, 300 feet below, penned behind a long dam wall and cradled by whaleback hills. They knew how to build this sort of thing in the 1920s, with castellated walls and romantic turrets, the work consecrated by multitudes of mayors and aldermen.

The wind had risen to a gale. White horses slapped the dam wall as I crossed it, and the wind shoved me in the back like an impatient sergeant as I took to the high moor road along the northern flanks of the dale. The Nidderdale Way sneaked off unmarked somewhere beyond Woo Gill, but I didn’t mind – not with a well-found track to follow, the wind as an ally instead of an enemy, and the whole panorama of Nidderdale at my feet, spanned by another tremendous rainbow.

Start & finish: Crown Hotel, Middlesmoor, Pateley Bridge, N. Yorks HG3 5ST (OS ref SE 092742)

Getting there:

Bus: Nidderdale Rambler Service 825, Sunday & BH (1^st Sunday of month only till 4 April) – www.dalesbus.org

Road: A1, A61 to Ripon; B6265 to Pateley Bridge; cross River Nidd; next right, signed to Middlesmoor. Village car park just beyond Crown Hotel.

Walk: (9 miles, moderate/hard, OS Explorer 298): From Crown Hotel turn left up road, and on along walled lane (‘Nidderdale Way/NW’) and ‘Bridleway Scar House’) for 2 1/3 miles to Scar House Reservoir (067766). Cross dam wall; left up track; right (065772; NW) on stony track for 1 mile to cross Woo Gill (078777). Continue on track to pass Shooting House (084777). In 200 yards, right on moor road for 2¾ miles to another Shooting House (107753). Right downhill, through gate, down green track to Thrope Farm (102751). Through gate onto NW by farmhouse; right into farmyard (dogs are caged or tethered!); left around barn, down grass slope to cross River Nidd (101751). Left along river for half a field, then diagonally up through wall to cross road (099747; ‘Footpath to Middlesmoor’). Diagonally up fields through stone stiles; cross Intake Gill among trees (096743); up over stiles into Middlesmoor.

NB – online maps, more walks: www.christophersomerville.co.uk

Lunch: Crown Hotel, Middlesmoor (01423-755204; www.nidderdale.co.uk/crownhotel)

Accommodation: High Green Farm, Wath (01423-715958; www.highgreen-nidderdale.co.uk) – comfortable, spotless and beautifully positioned.

More info: Pateley Bridge TIC (01423-711147); www.visityorkshire.com;

www.yorskhiredales.org.uk; www.ramblers.org.uk

Gweek, Cornwall

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Feb 132010

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Twenty-four hours of solid, stair-rod Cornish rain had given way to an afternoon of patchy, wind-streaked blue sky. At Gweek, where the winding Helston River pushes its blunt finger-ends against the land, the houses lay quiet along the quay. Houseboats both ramshackle and trim, ebb-fast yachts, ancient storm-decked trawlers and families of ducks shared the mud companionably with mournfully piping oystercatchers. On Naphene Downs above the village, wind seethed in over the oak woods and battered the hedges of the bridleway that Jane and I were following. Among the bushes a crude little shelter of sticks called to mind Eeyore’s house. We half expected to hear a squeaky and a growly voice chorusing, ‘And nobody knows, tiddly-pom, how cold my toes, tiddly-pom …’

Which way around Napheane Farm? ‘Do you like my little black Dexter cattle?’ said the woman of the house at her door. ‘The path? Oh yes, climb over the gate, you’re welcome – just don’t let the horses out!’

A tangled lane led down to a brook in a secret dell, then up to a wonderful ridge-top view across the patchwork landscape of the Lizard peninsula. Beautiful to walk through, this west Cornwall countryside of small fields and granite rocks, but tough to farm. Polanguy among its tumbledown sheds showed broken windows, holes in the roof and a jumble of tractors and bailers abandoned where they last stopped. A skinny cat, sole occupant of Polanguy, ran off down the flooded lane. We followed its paw-prints through the mud and came up to the old stone cottages at Merther-Uny, a hamlet whose name commemorates the martyrdom of St Euny, one of the first Irish missionaries to reach Cornwall back in the 5^th century. Opposite the cottages we found a gateway to a walled enclosure choked with scrub, the site of a chapel dedicated to the Irish hermit. Old tales tell how a prosperous family who farmed Merther-Uny lost all their worldly goods after they were unwise enough to use the font from the ancient chapel as a pig trough.

Buzzards mewed over the wooded valley beyond Little Trussall. At Boskenwyn the primary school wall was studded with climbing aids – sky-blue footholds, red and green handholds. Lucky kids, to have a school with fun on the timetable and a high and mighty view each playtime.

Down through the fields we went, passing Boskenwyn Manor, down to the stream valley that led east to Gweek, where horses lifted their head to check us out with long, deliberate stares. Under dead trees bearded with lichens on a seek-and-ye-shall-find path, and a final step along the muddy margins of Gweek Quay where the oystercatchers had never left off piping.

Start & finish: Gweek Inn, Gweek TR12 6TU (OS ref SW 707268)

Getting there: Bus (0845-600-1420; www.firstgroup.com/cornwall) service 35 (all week), 32 (Sunday)

Road: A30, A39 to Truro; A39 towards Falmouth; A394 towards Helston; Gweek signed to left.

Walk (7½ miles, moderate grade, OS Explorer 103): From Gweek Inn, turn right up Redruth road. Right at Tolvan Cross by white corner house (706282; bridleway fingerpost). In 200 yards cross footbridge; in another 200 yards leave gravelled track and keep ahead along grassy track (blue arrow) over Naphene Downs for ½ mile to road at Carwythenack Chase (716279). Left (‘Falmouth, Truro’).

In ⅓ mile, pass entrance to Napheane Farm. In another 50 yards, left over stile (717285); diangonally left to cross farm drive. Bear right round field edge; cross stile opposite farmhouse, then next one (714284); right and right again over gate, to turn left along green lane past Napheane farmhouse and on (yellow arrows/YA). In 100 yards, at left bend in lane, go through gate on right; left along hedge, then over stone stile (YA). Bear right with hedge on right; over next stone stile, cross field, over another stone stile (712286); forward (YA on pole) down tangled green lane (YAs) to cross stream (711287). Steeply up to road (707288). Right; pass staggered crossroads; in 200 yards, left past ruined farm of Polanguy (706294).

On along boggy track (half path, half stream!) among trees; cross brook by stone slab bridge (704294); bear left up path, through gate at top, past houses of Merther-Uny (702293) and on along lane to road (697293). Right for ⅓ mile. Left by Little Trussall house (692294; bridleway fingerpost), past cottages and on along path through wood for ½ mile. Path turns uphill to leave wood and reach Woodside Farm (691284). Left through gate, right past farm to road (691283). Left for 350 yards to Boskenwyn primary school (691280). Right along road for 250 yards; left (fingerpost) to Boskenwyn Manor Farm (686279).

Pass manor house on your right; bear left in front of barn conversion; left again into open area; sharp right round right edge of field, with hedge on right. At far end of field, cross stile; cross next field to go through gate to right of barn. Pass Pollard Farm house (685275). Bear right through farmyard; follow track past houses for ½ mile to road; turn right. In 200 yards (684268), two signed bridleways diverge to left. Take left-hand one, between granite gateposts, and follow bridleway signs. At Millbrook (686267) follow left fork (concrete track); then through fields, keeping just up slope with valley bottom on your right. Pass Pollard Mill (688266); continue for nearly a mile to reach green lane by cottages (701265); follow this to road (704264); left to Gweek.

NB – This walk is not dog-friendly (farm dogs!). Online map, more walks: www.christophersomerville.co.uk.

Lunch: Gweek Inn (01326-221502) – handy village inn.

More info: Falmouth TIC (01326-312300)

www.visitcornwall.com; www.ramblers.org.uk

Kingston-near-Lewes, East Sussex

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Jan 232010

A sad-faced mermaid adorns the sign outside The Juggs at Kingston-near-Lewes. Inside this tile-hung, low-beamed and horse-brassy village inn under the South Downs, a typical Sussex pub, the bars were alive with chatter and rumbling with cheerful laughter.
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I sat finishing my sandwich, watching two near-identical kinsmen entirely absorbed in their conversation opposite one another at the window table. The fire was hot on my cheeks, the beer fruity in the glass. Could I brace myself to shift out into the nipping afternoon air? Hmmm …

Along the lane in the Church of St Pancras, stained glass glowed in two modern windows. One, a joyful memorial to artist Betty Dora Leney, showed her among the local birds and beasts, intently sketching the elastic skyline of the hills. The other, a fiery smear of red and blue, commemorated anti-apartheid priest Michael Scott and his ecstatic poetry:

‘Praise be to Thee O Lord for these mighty mountains …

For these diamonds on the cobwebs in the first light of morning,

For the four winds of heaven and the stars which cannot come down …’

I was too late for the diamonds and too early for the stars. But up on the crest of the downs above Kingston after a steep climb, the four winds blew exhilaration clean through me. The racing sky, the cold air, the downs riding out to sharp prows and the wide view down across billowing ploughlands struck headier than any ale. I followed the ridgetop track of the South Downs Way until my path branched off and plummeted away through Castle Hill National Nature Reserve into the hidden cleft of Falmer Bottom. That was a blissful mile, the air almost still, the sparrowhawks hanging like paper kites over the scrub slopes, and no-one to meet, greet or take cognizance of.

Up on Pickers Hill, striding along in sight of the sea and thinking of nothing high or mighty, I spotted treasure lying in a plough furrow – a roughly-shaped lozenge of flint, some Neolithic hunter’s arrowhead that never made it to the final shaping. What had prevented him completing the deadly little weapon? Disease, distraction, or a pounce by death?

Hidden nearby among elder bushes stood a lonely marble cross commemorating John Harvey, a Bedfordshire man who ‘died suddenly upon this spot on the 20^th day of June, 1819’. I weighed the flint diamond of the arrowhead in my palm, picturing ancient hunter and Industrial Revolution man linked by their manner of departure, snatched without warning from the roof of these downs under a windy heaven: a Michael Scott moment.

Start & finish: The Juggs PH, Kingston-near-Lewes BN7 3NT (OS ref TQ 393083)

Getting there: Train (www.thetrainline.com; www.railcard.co.uk) to Lewes (2 miles). Bus: 123 from Lewes, 130 from Brighton. Road: Kingston-near-Lewes is signposted from A27 Brighton-Lewes road.

Walk (7 miles, moderate grade, OS Explorer 122): Leaving The Juggs, right past church. Tarmac becomes stony track. In 100 yards, left up steps (389079; yellow arrow/YA), then path to top of down (387075). Ignore Breach Road descending to left; instead, right for 30 yards, then follow South Downs Way/SDW through gate (blue arrow/BA, SDW acorns). In 50 yards (385076) ignore right fork; ahead along SDW for 1¼ miles. Through gate by Pressure Reading Station (370074); SDW forks right, but keep ahead for 300 yards; left through gate by Castle Hill NNR notice-board (367073). Follow track down for ½ mile into Falmer Bottom; through gate by NNR notice (371068); left along field track with fence on left for ¾ mile to pass barns (379061).

On along valley bottom. In ¼ mile, at 3-way fork (378058), follow main track to left. In ½ mile, where track bends right just before barns, left through gate (378050; ‘South Downs Circular Walks’ BA). Follow bridleway down, then up; through gate; on for 200 yards to BA (383052). Forward for 200 yards to John Harvey’s monument (385052); return to BA; right up path for 1 mile, passing barns (387065), to SDW (392067). Left; in 200 yards, right (391069; BA) down Dencher Road for ¾ mile past West Drove and Coombe Barn into Swanborough. 100 yards before road, hairpin back to left (401077) into farmyard; right along side of brick barn (footpath notice/YA). Pass between Dutch barn and silos (400078); through gate, over following stile (YAs); follow hedged path to road (397082); left to The Juggs.

Lunch: The Juggs, Kingston-near-Lewes (01273-472523) – dark, characterful village pub

More info: Lewes TIC (01273-483448; www.visitsussex.org); www.ramblers.org.uk

Stoke-by-Nayland, Suffolk

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Jan 162010

Low over the undulating countryside where southernmost Suffolk tips over into northern Essex, rainclouds rolled heavy and grey. At the crossroads in ridge-top Stoke-by-Nayland, the village’s brace of inns, Crown and Angel, faced each other like mutually suspicious cats.
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I had a pint of Adnams in one and a ploughman’s in the other, in the interests of good neighbourliness. Then I set out under dripping ash and hazel along roads glistening from a midday downpour, into a landscape smoky and insubstantial behind the golden sheen of a vaporous, sun-splashed winter afternoon.

The deeply furrowed landscape hereabouts would astonish believers in the old canard about East Anglia being pancake flat. I crossed grazing fields sloping sharply into oakwoods that lifted and swung back up to the ridges. Farms founded before the Reformation stood under acres of red pantiles. This timeless landscape of rural England on the borders of Suffolk and Essex gave expression to the genius of local lad John Constable, and there wasn’t a prospect in sight this afternoon that might not have come from one of his canvases.

Down in the valley of the River Box the stiff clay plough lay dark and flat. How strange it felt to be walking empty-handed through fields where, twenty-five years ago, I never strolled without a child’s mouse-like paw in my fist. The sinuous Box was one of our favourite family walks when we lived in Nayland just up the valley. On one of those expeditions a chance kick at a clod of earth had uncovered a Stone Age scraping tool, its delicately scalloped cutting edge still sharp as a razor.

Time moves on. Wrens, roses and thistles still adorned the pargetted walls of Farthings house at Thorington Street, but I found the Rose Inn closed and turned into a private dwelling. Back in the day, a big treat for the children was lunch in the Rose’s garden, where a straw-stuffed cage marked ‘Silver Water ‘Otter’ fascinated them. A tug on the chain brought forth nothing more exotic than an aluminium kettle – the landlord’s little jest.

In the grounds of Tendring Hall shotguns were popping. A cock pheasant scuttled across the path with head and tail strained high, like a brightly coloured barge scudding before a breeze. Neighbouring churches framed the walk – St James’s at Nayland low in the south near the River Stour, its stumpy spire rising among leafless trees, and on the ridge to the north the great brick tower of St Mary’s. I steered for the latter by way of Poplar Farm, a gorgeous old tall-chimneyed house tucked away in the trees. Looking up from here, the Stoke-by-Nayland ridge stood innocent of buildings, as though village and church had been magically drawn down into the earth. But as I climbed the field path the tower of St Mary’s appeared again, rising in apricot light as the sun went down over the valley.

Start & finish: Crown Inn, Stoke-by-Nayland CO6 4SE (OS ref TL 989363)

Getting there: Bus – Chambers Coaches service 84 from Colchester or Sudbury (http://www.carlberry.co.uk/rfnshowr.asp?RN=EX084A). Road: M25, A12 to Colchester; A134 to Nayland; B1087.

Walk (5½ miles, easy, OS Explorer 196): Lane opposite Angel Inn (‘Hadleigh, Shelley’); in 400 yards, right (992365; fingerpost) up path. Through kissing gate, left and follow field edge, then yellow arrows/YA for ½ mile to Valley Farm (001361). Ahead along River Box (YA) for ⅓ mile; then (005358) follow YAs away from river to lane (010356); right to B1068 in Thorington Street. Right for 50 yards, then left (010353; fingerpost) past reservoir to Wick Farm (011349). Right along road; left between barn and Grove Cottage (007351; fingerpost) along farm drive. Skirt right of Tendring Hall Farm (994353); follow drive to B1087. Right (take care!) for ¼ mile; left opposite ‘fishing temple’ (986355) along farm track to Poplar Farm (978359). At 3-finger post, right up track into Stoke-by-Nayland. Through churchyard to crossroads and Crown Inn.

Lunch/accommodation: Crown Inn (01206-262001; www.crowninn.net) or Angel Inn (01206-263245; www.theangelinn.net), Stoke-by-Nayland

More info: Sudbury TIC (01787-881320);

www.visitsuffolk.org.uk; www.visiteastofengland.com; www.ramblers.org.uk

Hadrian’s Wall and Haughton Common, Northumberland

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Jan 092010

A light dusting of snow over Hadrian’s Wall, with the Whin Sill cliffs riding west from Housesteads, an iron-coloured tsunami breaking into the white wintry sky. Once I had topped the dolerite crags beside the wonderful old Roman fort, an answering wave stood in view over the moors beyond the crags – the low dark billow of Wark Forest, filling the northern skyline.
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As I came clear of the sycamores on Housesteads Crags, the Whin Sill ran before me, a rollercoaster of sheer cliffs, with the snow-crowned strip of the Roman Wall standing proud as it has done for two thousand years. Down in a dip under Cuddy’s Crags I crossed the barrier that denoted the outer limits of Roman civilization, and struck out north along the Pennine Way into the barbarian badlands. Now the Whin Sill showed its harsher aspect as I looked back, pale green columnar crags in a dinosaur spine a hundred feet tall.

Sedgy and ice-crusted, the Pennine Way straggled towards the forest over rough grazing where blackfaced sheep stared before bolting. Out east beyond Broomlee Lough rose the King’s and the Queen’s Crags, outcrops of the Whin Sill where Arthur and Guinevere quarrelled over a game of catch – if legend can be believed. Once in Wark Forest, crags and moors were shut away by the dark, timeless shade of a million white-powdered conifers.

It wasn’t long before I was out on the wide moors of Haughton Common, scratching my head for a sight of the footpath. Bless the fabulous freedoms of the Countryside and Rights of Way Act! Haughton Common is all Access Land these days – anybody’s to wander over at will. I set a course along Crow Crags, then plunged and crunched across the moor towards the beckoning clump of trees around isolated Stell Green farmhouse on its lonely crag. The delight of tramping the whitened farm drive towards the bared teeth of Sewing Shields Crags, with the prospect of a final mile beside the Roman Wall towards a gold and silver sunset, brings a retrospective rush of pleasure even as I write.

Start & finish: Housesteads car park, Hadrian’s Wall (OS ref NY 714684) – £3 all day (coins)

Getting there: Rail (www.thetrainline.com) – nearest station Bardon Mill (4 miles);

Bus (01424-322002; www.hadrianswallcountry.org) – Hadrian’s Wall Bus AD122; Road – A69, Newcastle-Carlisle; at Hexham, A6079 to Low Brunton; B6318 Chollerford-Housesteads.

Walk (8½ miles, moderate/hard, OS Explorer OL43): Left along Hadrian’s Wall from Housesteads Fort for ½ mile; at Cuddy’s Crags, right on Pennine Way (781686; white acorn symbols, yellow arrows) for 1½ miles by Cragend (782700) and ladder stile near East Stonefolds (780707) into forest. In 300 yards (781709; ‘Haughton Green’ fingerpost), ahead off Pennine Way to Haughton Green cottage (788713). Ahead (‘Lonborough, Fenwickfield’ fingerpost) for 100 yards; left across stream; follow yellow arrows to leave forest (791717) onto Haughton Common (Access Land: choose own path!). Follow top of Crow Crags for ½ mile to sheepfold among trees (778722). Aim a little right (due east – boggy! Some streams to ford!) for ⅔ mile to Stell Green farmhouse, in tree clump on ridge (808722). Follow farm drive south for 1½ miles to Hadrian’s Wall at Sewing Shields (811703); right to Housesteads.

NB Conditions: Boggy ground on Pennine Way; trackless across Haughton Common! Wear waterproof legwear. If inexperienced on open moorland, keep this walk for fine weather.

Online: Maps, more walks at www.christophersomerville.co.uk.

Lunch: Twice Brewed Inn on B6318 (01434-344534; www.twicebrewedinn.co.uk)

Accommodation: Carraw Farmhouse, Military Rd, Humshaugh, Hexham (01434-689857; www.carraw.co.uk).

Housesteads Roman Fort: www.english-heritage.org; www.nationaltrust.org.

Info: www.hadrians-wall.org; www.visitnortheastengland.com;

www.visitnorthumberland.com

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