Shall we share some fresh moorland air today? Many of you in the UK will be having one last summer jaunt over the Bank Holiday weekend. I hope the weather holds fair. It’s a week or two since I was up on the York Moors but the colours were those wonderful shades of rose and lilac that I love. The village of Osmotherley is just a 40 minute drive from me, less with a tail wind. You need only turn right at the crossroads and, a little way beyond the village, you can find some delightful walking. Come to think of it, the same applies if you turn left, but then I cannot guarantee heather.
Follow the footpath sign opposite the cottage, where refreshments used to be provided in the summer. Maybe business wasn’t so good, or maybe year on year of baking lost its charm. It’s a shame because I know you would have appreciated a warm scone. I hope you’ve got water and a little something in your backpack. And don’t forget to close the gate!
In seconds you’re surrounded. Leggy Rosebay Willowherb wafts on the breeze, while sturdy heather hugs the contours of these wild spaces. Clouds sweep across, plunging the landscape into shadow. Sunlight blazes ahead over the fields.
The path drops down towards woodland and I step aside to let a tractor trundle past. The driver nods cheerfully. My husband remarks that he was carrying a gun. “Was he?” I ask. “We’d best behave!” Not that we wouldn’t.
We follow the path into the woods, through dappled shade. As we start to climb back out again we encounter a group of lady dog walkers, perched on a bit of wall for a picnic. We exchange the look that says ‘we forgot again!’ and carry on. They had the perfect spot, overlooking the reservoir.
Over the bridge we go and up the other side, not too sure if this is the right direction. ‘Of course it is- it’s upwards!’ We clamber up, glad of the stone slabs, and pausing often to admire far reaching views. At our feet, tiny flowers nestle in crevices, ferns patterning the time-whorled stones.
A little puffing and panting later, and we’ve reached the top. It strikes me that I would rather have come gently up than descend this footpath. And then we’re back amongst the heather. A curious sheep looks on as we rejoin the road and head back towards the cottage.
I’m starting to feel nostalgic for the beauty of the English countryside, and I haven’t even left it yet! Thank you for joining me. Link up any time here on Jo’s Monday walk. I’m always glad of company. Kettle on now, because it’s sharing time again.
I can always rely on Debs to lift my spirits, as well as my eye level :
Lady Lee shares another beautiful weekend away :
Let’s finish off that lovely walk with Janet :
What does Jackie do every morning?
Eunice likes to get out and about too- mostly in lovely countryside like this :
Call me soft, if you like, but this one scares me! No thanks, Alice!
Much happier in Rupali’s tranquil garden :
No better place to linger than a sunset with Irene :
But if you want a climb with stunning views, this is the one!
Lisa shares 2000 years of history with us on a walk through the fascinating city of Acre :
Cathy has been keeping me company with some awesome walks this past few weeks. This one is no exception. Simply phenomenal!
Looking back to see what I’d posted about Osmotherley and surrounds, I came upon this walk, from the other side of the village. Off to Guisborough with the group today. Sunny, too! Have a great week!