First, the church that failed to appear from yesterday. Brantingham Church.
Having rejoined the path just outside of South Cave (as it was not raining we did not take up the offer to be taken further along the route………) and set off along the path heading down hill. The sky was ominously grey. Having crossed a small beck, we started to climb and soon found ourselves walking along the edge of trees with, once again, a view of the Humber in the distance. There were some amazing seats on the top of the hill from which to take advantage of the view.
I had taken the precaution of wet weather trousers – which later proved to be a good move – but their rustle proved to eclipse somewhat the birdsong which was somewhat frustrating. However, the walking was good and the path delightful. At the top of yet another rise we walked along the crest of the hill and then took a zig zag path down and were then on the disused Hull to Barnsley Railway line. After about half a mile we turned away on to a path along a fence, a reminder that a lot of the Wolds Way paths are over large country estate land. Just to endorse the point we came across an old stone marker of the Hunsley Fence which apparently noted the most northerly part of the Hunsley estate.
By now it was beginning to rain and we had been walking through wet grass for some time. Before long the rain was torrential and was to continue for the rest of the day. After crossing a number of fields, including an oil seed rape field now bereft of its acid yellow flowers but spotted with beautiful red poppies.
We followed a long ‘dry’ valley (something of a misnomer today) walking for about a mile and a half along the valley floor and flanked by rising pasture on both sides. It would have been magnificent on a sunny day. As it was the bedraggled sheep looked at us as though we were mad!
We walked on. The purists among us will be disappointed to learn that I did not spend too long looking for the dew pond that did not materialise at the bottom of a steep hill, which had immediately followed a long climb up. Nor did I observe the the ‘clearly visible reminders’ of the late Iron Age Warriors – the Parisii. Instead we plodded on through the unlikely named Arras Farm (have we moved to France now I asked myself?) and along long grassed meadow paths until we reached the Market Weighton Gap and then took the decision to walk along the road into Market Weighton, home of Britains tallest man…… who was 7ft 9 ins tall and 27 stone. He was born in 1787 and died at 33.
We found the Londesborpugh Arms in the Hogh Street. It’s pillared entrance indicated better times but was a great port in almost a literal storm…..
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Hope the Londsborough Arms was ok in the end! How was the Bombay place for food? !! Your post makes interesting reading as per…. Enjoy. x