I had a short, but sweaty, five mile, local walk today, from the hamlet of Fordon. It’s a walk I’ve done quiet a few times over the years, with variants and as part of longer outings; the last time being in August 2008, just before my Coast to Coast walk.
The route explores dry Wolds valleys and touches briefly on the Yorkshire Wolds Way.
The way has improved since my last visit; the addition of a new style into the eastern extremity of access land at Fordon Banks saves a good half mile of road walking and substitutes flower, bird and insect rich, unimproved, chalk grassland, for tarmac (the half dozen hares and a Sparrow Hawk, disturbed on my traverse, seemed to enjoy it too).
The walk uses an green lane from East Dale onto the Wold top at Danebury Manor. The old farm house was in a sorry semi-ruinous state in 2008, but has now been resurrected and is in the final stages of a complete renovation (it could be now two, if not three, new dwellings).
As usual the Wolds Way showed no sign of walkers, nor did Lang Dale or North Dale on the pleasant walk back to Fordon. The big black bull in a field near the hamlet, fortunately, was more interested in his harem than my presence.
The route explores dry Wolds valleys and touches briefly on the Yorkshire Wolds Way.
The way has improved since my last visit; the addition of a new style into the eastern extremity of access land at Fordon Banks saves a good half mile of road walking and substitutes flower, bird and insect rich, unimproved, chalk grassland, for tarmac (the half dozen hares and a Sparrow Hawk, disturbed on my traverse, seemed to enjoy it too).
The walk uses an green lane from East Dale onto the Wold top at Danebury Manor. The old farm house was in a sorry semi-ruinous state in 2008, but has now been resurrected and is in the final stages of a complete renovation (it could be now two, if not three, new dwellings).
As usual the Wolds Way showed no sign of walkers, nor did Lang Dale or North Dale on the pleasant walk back to Fordon. The big black bull in a field near the hamlet, fortunately, was more interested in his harem than my presence.
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