Monday, 31 October 2016

Sherborne Circular via Jerusalem


I'd marked out what I thought was a 12.2 mile circular walk starting and finishing at Sherborne and Sunday was a good opportunity to try it out, the clocks having gone back an hour overnight and thus giving us an extra hour to walk. The day started misty so the vivid autumn colours were somewhat subdued, but by the afternoon the sun had come out and we were dazzled by the fiery colours of beeches, oaks, sycamore, hazel, horse chestnut and Spindle.

We parked at the playing fields car park and walked eastwards towards the Castle.

Sherborne Castle - ST6416
The new castle was built by Sir Walter Raleigh in 1594 and is said to be the only place where he truly felt at home. This might explain why his ghost is said to return to the Castle every year on the eve of the feast of St Michael (29th September) and of his execution at London in 1618 after his arrest and imprisonment in the Tower of London as a conspirator against King James I. His ghost is said to walk beneath the trees in the castle grounds before sitting on the stone seat named after him where he used to smoke the tobacco he was famed for introducing to England.

There is no entry to the Castle grounds from the south so we followed the footpath eastwards right along the southern edge of ST6516 and looked across to the Lake where fishermen were setting up for the day.

Track that runs south of Sherborne Castle, along the gridline of ST6516
We then climbed Jerusalem Hill, and I have been unable to find out the origin of this hill's name. Near the summit there is a boarded up lodge house.

Lodge at Jerusalem - ST6616
We walked through the woodland here, intrigued by the name of The Camp which we soon happened upon. Apparently the brick foundations here are the relics of a nissen hut field hospital,
built in 1943 by the Americans. After the war, like many other then abandoned camps, it  was handed over by the MOD to the National Assistance Board for housing Displaced People, mostly  families and relatives of Polish soldiers returning from Europe to be resettled by the Polish Resettlement Corps. The NAB purchased surplus NAAFI. furniture that was on site to furnish the empty huts with the basics; chairs, tables, cupboards, beds and bedding. The huts were divided in half  with a door and windows at each end and housed two families in each hut. Conditions were very basic  there was no running water in the huts and people had to use communal washing and toilet facilities, but for the first time since 1939 people found safety and some stability in their lives. The camp closed in 1955/56.

Haydon Park Camp - once a field hospital and then a polish Resettlement Camp - ST6616



Massive Oak tree near Haydon Park Camp - ST6616

Weighbridge at Haydon Park Camp - ST6616

Honey Fungus near Haydon Park Camp
Leaving the Camp, we exited Sherborne Castle Estate via another lodge, just cutting the corner of ST6615.

Lodge and southern entrance to Sherborne Castle Estate - ST6615

We made a slight diversion to visit what we thought was Haydon Church, but which we found out later has now been converted into offices. So that's why it was locked and explains the major new car park outside! There is an old cross in the small graveyard.

St Catherine's Church, Haydon -  ST6715

Old cross in St Catherine's gravEyard - ST6715
We discussed the pros and cons of walking along the road leading north-east form here, as opposed to the footpath leading directly east, vis a vis, the road is quicker. It is also, obviously more dangerous, so we opted for the longer route via the footpath and Coach Hill Wood - which I thought sounded like a good haunting ground for another ghost. There is a little brick building in the corner of the field here, whose use we could not determine. Despite being marked as a footpath, the gate to this field is locked and the footpath sign has been removed. Undeterred, we climbed the gate and wandered up the hill.

Autumn colours from Haydon Hill - ST6815

Autumn colours from Haydon Hill - ST6815
We walked the whole length of ST6815 and entered ST6915, where we realised we could cut off a bit of distance by wandering across the field here.

Fields near Rue Lane - ST6815
We sat with a cup of tea in ST6816 at the only place convenient - a piece of concrete over a small brook here. The names Hussen Hanging and Muse Hill intrigued me, but I have not been able to find anything out about the origins of these names. 

Footpath near Hussen Hanging - ST6816
We noticed lots of Spindle bushes here and Paul mused (on Muse Hill appropriately) that Spindle needs a thick hedge for its seedlings and a hedge will have to be 600 years old before Spindle occurs. Spindle gets its name from its use, being a hardwood, for knitting needles, skewers, pegs etc and spindles for spinning wool.

Spindle
Goathill Lodge - ST6716
We walked up Goathill to join the road we would have been on if we had chosen to walk Haydn Hollow instead of the footpaths. The entrance to Hanover Wood has been lamely blocked by a piece of string, despite the footpath sign here. Maybe this was the work of some trick or treaters - there was evidence of Halloween being celebrated at the Crossroads at least.

Crossroads at Goathill - ST6716
October is a great month for fungi and I kept stopping to photograph the plethora of shapes, sizes and colours to be found in the various woodlands we walked through today.

Fungi in Hanover Woods

Fungi in Hanover Woods

Honey Fungus and slug in Hanover Woods
For once I was not agonising over whether we were in a new gridsquare because we had temporarily crossed the border into Somerset - not that you'd know unless you kept checking the map; there are no border signs or demarcations to suggest as much.

"We'll be back in Dorset once we're through the woods," I announced to Paul as we slogged our way up yet another hill. We were also now in Purse Caundle CP and very close to the village of the same name where we decided to have an early lunch, having breakfasted early and being awake for an hour more than usual.

Back in Dorset - ST6817
We sat by St Peter's Church with our lunch, hoping to accost anybody that passed by with the aim of gleaning information as to where we could procure the key for the church, which was locked. We were in luck; a family walked by and told us what we needed to know and then the lady in question appeared and I ran across the road to ask her. She was only too happy to open the church for us, saying she'd lock it again in ten minutes on her way back.

Alms Box, St Peter's Church, Purse Caundle - ST6917

Alms Box, St Peter's Church, Purse Caundle - ST6917



Interior of St Peter's Church, Purse Caundle - ST6917

St Peter's Church, Purse Caundle - ST6917
There was not a lot of interest in the church, so we left after a short visit and took a short diversion to view the Manor (said to be haunted), then retraced our steps and went on south-eastwards to Clayhanger.

Clayhanger - ST7016
There were some fast and furious vehicles along this narrow road and nowhere really to pull in - so this must be borne in mind for future visits.

Once off the road however, we were back in woodland, Plumley Wood to be precise,  and walking along delightfully leaf-strewn paths in a myriad of colours.

Walking through Plumley Wood - ST6916
Footpath near Woodrow Farm - ST6915
We emerged by a freshly sown field which we walked round instead of straight across and came out at Holt Lane.

Near Holt Lane - ST6914
At Holt Farm we turned left down Holt Hill and followed the road for a bit, before turning right onto Birch Copse (few Birch trees in sight, but lots of Hazel).

Holt Hill - ST6814
We left the road at New Lane and mused on what Old Lane would have looked like, given that this one seemed to be quite ancient and overgrown - albeit very pleasant.

New lane - ST6813

Footbridge and ford on New Lane - ST6813
We continued onto Marsh Court, where I remembered my previous visit here, where, upon crossing a stile out of the field we were just about to enter, I had got badly stung by Stinging Nettles. Fortunately the nettles had died back somewhat so were not so much of a problem this time.

Footpath near Marsh Court - ST6713
We were walking vaguely parallel to Writh Road and we did writhe a little when we saw the huge herd of cows in the field we wanted to walk through; there weren't just a few - there were hundreds! Well, maybe just 100, which is enough in a small field. We looked for an alternative exit and then realised actually there was a fence between us and the cows so we braved it instead. Which was all fine until we saw a gap in the electric fence between the cows and the path and the fence was hooked instead across our path. We unhooked it, walked towards the cows and hooked it in to prevent their access - the farmer probably wondered where they were come milking time, but otherwise they were for following us up the path in a disorderly fashion - no doubt about it!

Cows near Alweston - ST6714
We got a little confused about the footpaths here. Blind Lane was not immediately visible, so we ended up on Humpy Lane, just because I wanted to walk along it and then walked through the rather nondescript village of Alweston. Were we missing something?

Humpy Lane, Alweston - ST6614
We continued westwards, noticing a distinctive tower in our line of vision. We found out later this is the west tower of St Mary Magdalene Church, North Wootton, which dates from the early 15th Century.

Remains of St Mary Magdalene Church, North Wootton - ST6514
We had to turn quite a bit out of our way now as there is no direct route from North Wootton to Sherborne. We turned down Clotfurlong Lane (a furlong being 660 feet) and we were very relieved to discover that once again we could curtail our walk by quite a distance (about half a mile) by walking across a field instead of its whole length. This we did and managed to exit the field via a stile onto Green Lane, another delightful wooded footpath - and how spectacular the woods look at this time of year, especially now the sun had made an appearance.

Clotfurlong Lane - ST6514
Green Lane - ST6414
We were rather weary now, having realised that my 12.2 mile walk was going to be more like 14 miles by the time we'd got back, but we plodded on to the A3030, which we crossed and found another unmarked footpath by our third lodge of the day.

Green Lane - ST6415
We were now back into Sherborne Castle Estate, at its western extremity and walked down Gainsborough Hill and back to the car park, weary but satisfied.

Footpath through Gainsborough Hill and Wood - ST6415

Number of miles walked - 13.9
Number of gridsquares - 22 (a record I think)
Number of lodges - 3
Number of blocked foopaths - 3
Number of names with biblical references - 1

Friday, 28 October 2016

A Walk around Trent


For ages I'd marked a route round Trent and the Comptons, near Sherborne, and hadn't got round to walking it. Looking for a shorter walk nearer home last week, I decided the time had come to fill in a few squares in this northern corner of the county.

We parked in Trent, near the church, which was our first port of call.

Interior St Andrew's Church, Trent - ST5818

Funeral bier, St Andrew's Church, Trent - ST5818

Ancient Cross, St Andrew's Church, Trent - ST5818

Lovely sign inside St Andrew's Church - Trent - ST5818

St Andrew's Church - Trent - ST5818
The church and village have a lot of history, being associated with the escape of King Charles II in 1651. He escaped from  Cromwell's army after the Battle of Worcester and was offered refuge in Trent Manor House, where he allegedly complained about the noise of the church bells ringing out their peal of celebration after news of his believed death! For more information about this fascinating story,  see http://www.dorsethistoricchurchestrust.co.uk/guest2.htm.

Trent is a beautiful village with some quaintly named lanes and attractive thatched cottages, often adorned in what were now autumnal colours.

Abel's Lane, Trent - ST5918

Autumn colours in Trent - ST5918

We headed south across fields to Nether Compton, another attractive and rather sleepy village.

Footpath between Trent and Nether Compton - ST5918

Phone box and church, Nether Compton - ST5917

The Old Police Cottage, Nether Compton - ST5917

We visited the church before heading eastwards to Shelners.

Bell ropes, Church of St Nicholas, ST5917

Church of St Nicholas - ST5917

Rules for bell ringers, Church of St Nicholas, Nether Compton - ST5917

Scratch dial, Church of St Nicholas, ST5917
Harvest dress - Church of St Nicholas, Nether Compton - ST5917

Hymns and tapestrey, Church of St Nicholas, Nether Comtpon - ST5917

There are lots of contour lines around here and hills with no name. I'm going to name the one we climbed Kitton Hill as the lane leading up it is called Kitton Lane. It looked to be an old drove lane.

Kitton Lane - ST6017

Once at the top we walked a bit further before there was a break in the hedges affording a magnificent view towards Yeovil and beyond, where we sat against a gate with our cup of tea and afternoon snack, troubled only by the engine of a nearby tractor, which we hoped would not want access through our backrest!

View from Kitton Hill - ST6017

We descended the hill and turned right at Shelners, joining the Monarch's Way briefly before turning right again onto Oatcroft Lane.

Kitton Lane - ST6018

Kitton Lane - ST6018
 We suddenly remembered we had walked this way before and when I checked later I discovered it was February 2015. The colours now were beautiful, autumnal, contrasting with the vivid blue sky and wispy, white, delicate, innocuous clouds. Again the hill was not named on the map, so I have named it myself from the nearest name on the map.
Shelner's Hill - ST6118

Shelner's Hill - ST6118
View from Shelner's Hill - ST6118
Once on Oatcroft Lane, I sneaked across a ploughed field whilst Paul kept watch to bag a trigpoint which was just too tempting to resist.

Tucker's Cross trigpoint - ST6117

We met the tractor again at Tucker's Cross which kind of prevented us engaging in a prolonged search for any remains of an ancient cross.

Tucker's Cross - ST6017
We went straight across the crossroads onto Hart's Lane (presumably named after the archaic word for a stag), which was another ancient and attractive holloway.

Hart's Lane - ST6017

Hart's Lane - ST6017
The holloway ended at Stallen, where we joined the road for a short time before turning off again into another holloway, Gore's Lane.

Stallen cottage - ST6016
Ancient door to former Congregational Burial Ground, Stallen - ST6016

This holloway was the most impressive and creepy of all the ancient drove lanes we encountered today. There were some huge roots and an intriguing cave (too dark for a photo).

Ancient holloway, Gore Lane - ST6016
We were heading westwards now to Over Compton and Compton House and Paul was reminiscing about his many visits to the erstwhile btuterfly farm here, Worldwide Butterflies, started by Robert Gooden in 1976. Sadly the business was not viable and the mansion has been converted into flats. The extensive grounds have footpaths running through them and there is an exclusive shop on the premises, open only to members of the Trencherman's Club who can claim their free cup of coffee upon entry. Oblivious to this exclusivity and curious as to the existence of a shop in such a remote location, we entered, muddy boots and all and were warmly welcomed by the current owner and the shopkeeper, but I quickly lost interest once i found out we were not entitled to purchase anything without forking out our annual fee.

We walked round the church instead.

Trencherman's Club Shop - ST5916

St Michael's Church, Over Compton - ST5916

Compton House, erstwhile house of Worldwide Butterflies - ST6016
We made our way across the public footpaths, Paul still on his nostalgic trip to his boyhood, and returned to Trent as the dimming light cast beautiful hues over this lovely Dorset countryside.

Walking back to Trent - ST5918 
Number of miles: 6.8
Number of holloways - 4
Number of trigpoints - 1
Number of churches - 3
Number of exclusive shops - 1
Number of new gridsquares - 8