In Helmsley: crossing Helmsley Moor - The Seven Year Itch - CycleBlaze

July 7, 2024

In Helmsley: crossing Helmsley Moor

We’re in luck and appear to have a four or five hour dry window this morning so we’re both out the door soon after breakfast.  We have similar, overlapping plans - Rachael’s got a twelve mile walking route north to the edge of Helmsley Moor, which from the map and my experience yesterday makes it look like she could see the heather.  I scrapped my original plan of biking south when I spot a short road north I’d missed before: Barton’s Sprunt climbs for four miles before the pavement ends just shy of the moors, but a track continues on beyond that for as far as I have patience to go.  It won’t be a long ride, but if the surface isn’t too bad I might enjoy poking around on the moor for a mile or two before turning back.

In a good omen for the day, the cat of the house finally comes out of hiding.
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Rachael’s out the door about 9:30 and I lag her by about fifteen minutes.  As I’m climbing up the Sprunt I can see her marker on the Garmin, about a half mile to my left on a walking path.  She’s a ways ahead of me from her early start, but it looks like we could meet up somewhere around where my pavement ends.

The view back toward Helmsley from Barton’s Sprunt. according to the only reference I could find, sprunt is a provincial English word for a steep ascent in a road. Looks plausible.
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A spruntside view.
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I’m well up my sprunt sprint when the phone calls.  It’s her, to let me know that she’s changing her plan because the route she has mapped is blocked by high water.  It’s hard to tell what she’s saying though because she’s almost giddy, talking about all these birds running around in front of her.  She tries to describe them but then we lose our connection and I won’t hear from her again until we’re both back in the room.

She takes several photos of these birds, one of which is clear enough that it’s identifiable.  It’s a young pheasant, and these are all poults - young poultry (turkeys, pheasants and the like) raised as game birds.  And she brings back a video to share with us.  Endearing, as long as we don’t think too hard about their likely fate.

As I continue climbing I monitor her marker.  It looks like she’s taken a right turn and is heading straight toward the road I’m on, but eventually she stops, turns back, and drops back down to town - another in her frustrating series of recent walks that doesn’t quite pan out.

Right at four miles I reach the sprunt’s summit, look ahead, and see the open moor not too far beyond.  In between is a modest trough with a sketchy bit of pavement dropping to the bottom.  I follow it down to where the pavement ends and then continue up the other side on the dirt track that succeeds it.  Eventually I come to an unmarked gate that makes me wonder at first if passage is open to the public.  When I lift the rope latch to let myself through though I see a pair of trail markers that encourage me to continue on.  I’ve reached the moor.

There’s Helmsley Moor ahead, if I can get to it.
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This first part is just fine as long as I don’t take it too fast.
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Up the other side the asphalt has ended but the surface is easily bikeable. I’ll just ride it as far as feels reasonable and plan to turn back eventually.
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Some variety of orchid?
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Bill ShaneyfeltA type of pyrmidal orchid. Maybe a spotted orchid?

https://www.inaturalist.org/taxa/57630-Dactylorhiza-fuchsii/browse_photos
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3 months ago
Looks like it’s meant to be travelled. I’ll take the Pilgrim Trail which continues straight ahead toward the heart of the moor.
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Rich FrasierAbsolutely good to travel on. I speak from recent experience. :)
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3 months ago
Scott AndersonTo Rich FrasierHere? I thought you were down in the Cotswolds.
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3 months ago
Rich FrasierTo Scott AndersonYeah, but the signage is consistent across the country. Not sure about Scotland, though.

We're back home - the walk was awesome!
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3 months ago
Rachael AndersonTo Rich FrasierEngland is a great place to walk! I’m glad you had a good time.
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3 months ago

The moor is about as you’d expect - open, exposed, gorgeous.  The surface of the track is just fine, with the occasional puddle to be skirted but a reasonable clayish riding surface.  It’s not one I can take fast but I’m in no hurry anyway as it’s amazing in all directions.  And quiet - I won’t see another person or vehicle until I eventually return to pavement.  It feels like an adventure.

On Helmsley Moor.
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On Helmsley Moor, looking west across the River Rye to the Hambleton Hills.
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Another view of the Hambleton Hills.
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The view west again. Views are okay in other directions too, and we’ll get to them shortly.
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An easily manageable riding surface.
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This is a different angle, more to the northwest. I think we’re looking up the River Seph which joins the Rye just south of here.
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Other than an occasional meadow pipit or a pair of red kites overhead, the sheep are my only company for the next hour or two.
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Kathleen JonesLook like Swaledales.
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My plan going in was to bike perhaps a mile and then turn back, but as the track continues to give an acceptable ride I stare at the map and see that if I stick with it I’ll eventually come out the other side on the paved road I took yesterday on my way out to Bransdale.  I decide to pick that as an optimistic goal instead, with the thought that I’ll watch my distance to make sure I’ve got time to just turn back if I get blocked somewhere.

Who wouldn’t want to just keep going on a path like this?
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The view off to the east, across what must be the River Rical. I think the road I’m working my way toward must run along the top of that ridge.
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It’s a good thing I have my Garmin with me and it shows all of these tracks or I’d have to just turn back at a junction like this. It makes me appreciate Rachael for remembering to check that my device was sufficiently charged before I set out this morning.
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There are several overgrown mounds like this scattered around. Grouse butts? Mayan ruins?
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Polly LowIntriguing! I'm sure Yorkshire people would like to claim credit for Mayan civilisation, so let's go with that...
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After four or five miles I come to this track that intersects the road at its end. The map shows that it stays on this side of the creek, so I’m confident I’ll get through now. I’m less confident about whether I’ll be getting home dry though.
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There’s not another tree standing up for a mile in any direction from this one.
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Worth a shot.
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Back on the grid.
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I’m on asphalt again, but I’m still in the moor for another mile or two and keep getting slowed down by the striking vistas.  I was just here yesterday but conditions are different enough (that is, greyer and gloomier) that it has a fresh feeling.

It’s pretty solidly overcast, but an occasional small window of light breaks through.
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The pallet of subdued, muted colors is really extraordinary.
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Heather and thistle.
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Another red-legged partridge, behaving the same way as the last one I saw: quick-walking away from me with an occasional backwards glance while keeping his distance.
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I’ve still got about four miles to go when I come to the steep drop down to the Rical that I remember from yesterday.  The climb back out is nearing 15% and I’m trying to decide whether I’d be happier pushing when fortunately I see two bikers approaching from behind.  Fortunately because it gives me the just nudge I need to kick it up a notch and stay in the saddle until I reach the top.  And that’s fortunate because it results in me being only a half mile from town when the rains start, too late to do any real damage.

Six comes around and we’re walking across Market Square on our way back to the Italian joint.  I annoy partner by asking her to lend me her phone so I can take a few shots of the dramatic sky, now a mix of contrasting intense blue and white.  Fortunately La Trattoria doesn’t give away our table in the minute that took, and we enjoy our second very nice meal there.

Blue interlude.
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Quite a dramatic sky. Something’s up.
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Bob KoreisDoes "The Hotel" have any more to it's name? I'm thinking Fatface is maybe a hotel as well?
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3 months ago
Scott AndersonTo Bob KoreisYup, the Hotel is the Black Swan, also a pub. FatFace was a surprise to me. I noticed that it was a clothing store but assumed it was a repurposed historical building of some kind. In fact though it’s a chain outlet. There are about 200 FatFace stores in the UK. Interesting name for a clothing outlet.
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It was worth the minute that held us up because the photos make such a nice contrast to the ones I take when we leave the restaurant an hour or so later.  When we get to the door I’m tempted to suggest we turn back to reclaim our table and order a desert or coffee because we certainly don’t want to step outside now.  We stare at this cloudburst, nervously laughing as we watch people dash for their cars and talk with a party of five guys huddled there with us.   We wait for several minutes and when there’s no sign of it letting up one of them makes a dash for it.  He returns with a van a few minutes later and they all rush into the open and hurriedly pile in.  Then the driver rolls down the window and gestures to us to join them, giving us a much appreciated lift to our B&B less than two blocks away.  Even at that we’re both thoroughly soaked just from that short dash to the car.

How wet can we get in 200 yards, anyway?
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Pretty wet.
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Today's ride: 17 miles (27 km)
Total: 2,574 miles (4,142 km)

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