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Sinnington.

Time for another exploration of a Ryedale village. Once upon a time, there was a large Lake which covered the Vale of Pickering. On its shores lived Neolithic man. As the lake dried up, little communities grew and grew into the villages and towns we can visit today. Sinnington certainly dates back to Saxon times. How do we know any of this? In nearby fields ancient burial sites and flint tools have been found, and if you visit the Norman Church in Sinnington, the walls reuse stone work from an earlier Saxon church. The Normans came to England in 1066, The Romans  were here until around 200 AD, then came the Saxons. We are talking a long time ago.

Right let’s go.

A little lane takes you up a slight hill to the outskirts of the village. To the Church.

All Saints Church has an idyllic setting. See the large stone to the left of the footpath.

That’s a rather unusual war memorial to the poor chaps who died in the trenches during the First World War. Behind the stone to the right , and you can see this better in the previous picture, is a blocked in doorway.

Re-using carved stones from a much earlier building.

This fragment has been used to repair a window frame inside the church.

This cross on the South side outside.

Back inside you can see the font and behind that the filled in doorway. There used to be a Minstrels Gallery above the door where musicians would sit to accompany the congregation in worship.

Outside I sat a while on the bench and thought Big Things, well actually I just enjoyed the sunshine and thought about weddings, skirts and zips, which amounts to Big Things at the moment. How lucky am I that these are the Big Things!

It was great to go to Greece last month but it did mean that some of the ideas I had for 30 Days Wild  went by the wayside. One of them was to visit a Churchyard and enjoy a wild area.

Hurrah look at these, positively buzzing with bees. On with the stroll..

Past this bench on the roadside. A father and two sons who were all Church wardens here.

Up the lane,

where my eye was caught by this building. You can’t see it so well from this picture but it struck me as most unusual. Research has since told me this was tithe barn ( now a listed building) , used to store the produce which was rent for fields to the powers that be ( ie the church probably). Before that it might have been an earlier chapel to St Michael. Clearly something quite big was going on here back in the day, but records that exist apparently don’t throw much light, the Doomsday Book and the dissolution of the monasteries records do not show any religions community here. A mystery for someone to solve still.

Onward round the bend… haha! To the front of the Tythe Barn

That’s the house I’d have in this village. Look at their view.

Maybe you would prefer the Hall?

Time to head back to the village.

The Village Hall where the preschool meets. The Maypole with  a fox on top round which the school children dance on May-day, and a bridge over what exactly? No-one knows but it is thought to be a pack bridge over which pack horses would go. Possibly a river once upon a time? There was once a market held weekly in the village on a Monday, long since gone, just over 200 inhabitants now.

The river as you can see is nowhere near this bridge but on the far side of the road.

That’s the current bridge over the river.

The river floods from time to time. The villagers recently cleaned out the beck/river to help prevent this.

I loved these pigs guarding a door and

these two planters, but where are the plants?

Right time for some work. My favourite place to go fruit picking.

Strawberry Fields. Sadly the strawberries were wrecked by rain and none to be had till the end of the month. But lots of lovely

Raspberries.

Hot and bothered now, time for some refreshment? Pub anyone?

I hope you enjoyed today’s walk round another Ryedale village. Look forward to taking you another one soon. Meantime I hope you have chance to enjoy some fresh air in an equally lovely place this weekend.

Just before I go here’s what another blogger Mrs Betimus wrote about her recent visit to Pickering.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Going wild, with memories of Dad

The 30 days challenge- to go into the wild every day in June, I wanted to remember Dad as its three years ago this month that he died at the ripe old age of 91, having lived a full and by and large a happy life. If we were lucky as children we could persuade him at the weekend to walk in what is known locally as the Quarry Bottoms, well to the locals anyway, outsiders think it’s called Newbridge Old Quarry. PAH, what do they know! The Quarry Tops is a walk at the top of the old quarry and the Quarry Bottoms , is the walk, at well, the bottom.

First you have to negotiate a rather over grown footpath down Beacon Hill , well you do if you live where I do. Now one thing I havealready  learned about this going wild malarkey is that nature fights back. Day one I cleaned the bird baths out in the garden. Mr Blackbird said Yippee, took a dip, and promptly poohed in it as he left. I also got bitten by a red ant . And down this footpath, the brambles attacked me! Humph!

And so to the Quarry Bottoms. I love that you can see exactly how and where the stones for the castle were cut, and the way nature is re-claiming the rock face.

Apparently back in the day dinosaurs roamed here, by the shores of Lake Pickering. I keep looking for Jane Fonda to appear at any moment.

I just love how many plants are in this picture, until I started to really look, I would have walked straight passed this. I think it’s a kind of speedwell.

These were growing by the railway line, I think they may be garden escapees, going wild themselves.

I can manage to identify buttercups!

Home passed the rabbits on the hillside. This may be marginally better than the fish photo! Darned difficult this wildlife photography !

Hope you enjoyed this favourite walk, down my memory lane.

Knit and Natter Friday!

I saw an article in the paper about a Yarnbombing event in the nearby village of Appleton-le -Moors. The idea was to gather knitters and spinners together to create scarves to stretch end to end in the village. Scarves to be sold at the end of the weekend.Tea, coffee , cake and chatter were on offer and all were welcome. Proceeds to Macmillan Nurses.

Off I went.

When I arrived there was a shearing demonstration of Alpacas in the garden of the village hall.

The shorn and the waiting to be shorn.

All done!

Inside there was spinning. And there were knitters. But to be honest I don’t think there would be much yarn bombing going on. This is the sum of one and half hours knitting from me, and I was fast by comparison to others.

It’s the first time I have knitted with others and it was rather nice to knit and natter for real.  The experience reminded me that a good thing about life in a village is being part of a community project. The rather harder part is that feeling of awkwardness when you are the new person in a group of people. It set me thinking about the Stranger Within and how to set about making someone feel welcome and part of a group when everyone else is very well-known to each other. It seems especially relevant when we have refugees arriving in the UK and Europe. It’s one thing to say you are welcome here, but what do we actually do to help someone integrate into the wider community? I throw the thought out there.

Meantime I have finished the pink jumper with the cable heart for Little Miss F.

And started my next project, which is a  4 ply cardigan for a yet to be born baby. Who by the way is another boy.

Time for another sheep picture, this one from Appleton-le-Moors where the sheep roam freely through the village.

Couldn’t go without a sheep picture, after all where would this post be without sheep?

Love to know your knitting plans for the weekend, please join in the chatter and natter.

 

 

A Howling Good Walk!

We went a wonderful new walk ( One of my aims this year is to do 4 new to us walks, this is number two).

Starting point was St Gregory’s Minster, Kirkdale, near Kirbymoorside, North Yorkshire. A church with an idyllic setting alongside a beck deep in the countryside.

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As you leave the church you cross two fields

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and into the bluebell woods. Still in full flower at the end of May.

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The path runs alongside the beck.

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Wild garlic on the banks. Take a sharp right up a steep hill.

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It was very steep and I stopped several times to admire flowers and observe a pheasant egg shell (have a huff and puff!). You emerge from the woods into a field with a view across the Vale of Pickering to the Howardian Hills in the distance.

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These little chaps have a lovely berth in the middle of the field.

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Then you cross a small country road and walk down towards Robin Hood’s Howl.

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I found this walk in my local paper the Gazette and Herald, and the columnist is Steven Hamess. He says that in this instance the word Howl means Hollow or Hole. This stretch of the walk takes you down a wooded valley and it is amazing.

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The wild garlic in places just carpets the entire floor of the wood. I have never seen woods look so white except in snow.

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Up one side of the wood we spotted this derelict building.

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No idea what it is.

The path is a mile long, and eventually you are back in daylight.

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Couldn’t resist another sheep picture

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You have a 1/4 mile walk back to the Minster along a country lane, the verges  were pink, think these are Ragged Robin unless you know different.

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A wonderful, wonderful walk. Hope you had the chance to go into the countryside this weekend. And if you enjoy blogs with lovely walks do check out Rainbow Junkie Corner and Wild Daffodil

 

10 Random things!

I did a 10 random things post back in February and it was great fun. Seeing Annie’s recently on Knitsofacto reminded it was time for another.

So here goes

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I just love this New Moon over the trees in our garden. I am never quite certain which I prefer a New Moon or a Full Moon. There is something just magical about moon light.

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And you can’t beat a Bluebell wood. These just smelled divine, of honey and childhood. We always went bluebell picking in the Spring. Since I had my own home I have grown bluebells in the garden so I can still pick them. And they are spreading year on year. This year I think I have enough to transplant into a new area of the garden. A really pleasant job for next week.

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We were given, by two of our boys,  a years National Trust membership for Christmas.This is Rievaulx terrace. Rich bankers are not a thing of just now. Imagine being able to build your own posh house and then finding that you had wonderful views of Rievaulx Abbey from your estate 9 miles away. What do you do, why build a terrace and a picnic spot.. this to be precise. Now owned by the National Trust.

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Totally loved this horse sculpture, half way along the Terrace.

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This made me smile so much last week in the New Forest.

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Loved this avenue of trees, picture bit rubbish on account of being in a car at the time.

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So recognize this from the Hovis adverts? Not West Yorkshire at all, but Shaftesbury, Dorset. Loved the views from here.

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Can’t resist a black cat in a churchyard, especially one who reminds me of my beloved Mrs Tigger.

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Ok so you will have to click on this picture to see the moorhen chicks. I don’t think I saw moor hen chicks before. This taken at Lulworth Cove.

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And a buttercup field. I just love the sight of a buttercup field.

So that was 10, but here’s a bonus

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Picked from my garden this week. The honeysuckle is spectacular and I just had to have some for the house. There is a blackbird and a robins nest in amongst it. Can you imagine a more perfect place to be a baby bird in?

Hope you enjoyed these, which was your favourite?

 

My Winter Wonderland- Pickering in the snow

This  morning I drew the curtains to see this.

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The promise of sunshine, blue sky and a walk. Chores done off I went, and no apologies for a really heavy photograph post.

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Called Wells Walk- no idea why, maybe there were lots of wells here once, or a family called Wells?

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Through the fence

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Scout hut- even this building looks pretty in the snow

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Nearly into the fields

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It’s not a snow day for the schools so no children on this hill now.

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I love taking this shot when it snows!

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Poor horses – they didn’t move at all, just looked COLD!

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Past the pottery

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Gate to nowhere !

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Catkins!

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The track to Newbridge

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No trains today!

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Path to the castle- I just love the fence with its snowy caps!

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The castle in snow

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Over the rooftops!

My favourite shot- the Gate  to Nowhere. Which is yours? And where do you like to walk on a snowy day? Love tp hear from you…

 

 

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