We're bouncing into Blanchland. (Northumberland)
October 15th.
Another repeat, based on the pretty village of Blanchland, close to the county of Durham. There are seven of us enjoying a beautiful sunny day in the middle of October, blue skies, no wind, perfect Autumn day for a walk.
A69 west, A68 south and watch for road sign.
There is a large car park close to the village. It has an Honesty Box and of course gadgies are honest.
Getting ready for the walk in the car park at Blanchland.
Blanchland is on the edge of one map, part of the walk is on another. The two are:
OS Explorer 307 Consett and Derwentwater and OS OL 43 Hadrian's Wall.
The White Monks cafe in the old school makes a good starting point to the walk.
White Monks cafe in Blanchland. Good food, nice people.
Having breakfasted we set off a little way down the village road before turning right on the road to Baybridge. However, to avoid walking on the tarmac we walked through the fields to a junction. From this point on we followed the track to Newbiggin, passing farms and a large house, wooded hillsides, some of which had been replanted, hopefully with deciduous trees until we reached the ruin that was once the farm at Riddlehamhope.
All that remains of Riddlehamhope farm. Three miles in on the walk it was too early to lunch here although it has been used as a picnic site on previous occasions.
From the old farm the route turns north, passing a sign post for Heatheryburn, we did not follow it but walked on to the farm at Harwood Shield.
Not this way on the walk today.
The path goes through the farm yard at Harwood and then across fields to the next farm at Stobby Lee. At this farm we went slightly off piste but regained the track to the next farm at Steel, then Long Lee where again we lost the path. Having regained it we followed a footpath across fields to New House, crossing fields with slippery ladder stiles we made it to Hesleywell before turning east. After about 7 miles I for one was more than pleased when a Herbie was called . We sat on the side of a strange ditch which even the resident archaeologist failed to explain. It didn't matter, it was sunny and warm.
Herbie time; Mince pies, it's nearly Christmas!. Savoury cakes, chocolate cake, slices from Mr. Kipling and ginger biscuits from Ben.
Lunch over we headed downhill to Burntshield Haugh before starting the long climb up Burntshieldhaugh Fell, a heather covered moorland with a row of shooting butts too.
Shooting Butts on Burntshieldhaugh FellAnd the track on the same fell.
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