Jo’s Monday walk : Hovingham

There’s no two ways about it!  England has some of the finest villages you could hope to find, and Hovingham, in North Yorkshire, is a prime example.  In summertime it’s the perfect place to amble past old stone cottages, festooned with fabulous hollyhocks, to peer over the church wall.

In reality it was one of those days when summer is reluctant to parade itself for our pleasure, but I was still hopeful.  We had passed through the village, on the Helmsley to Malton road, in search of Yorkshire Lavender.  No amount of grey sky could dim that glory!  Returning the same way, it seemed churlish not to stop the car and explore a little.  Keep me company?

Beside the village green, the unusual Grade II listed school draws the eye.  Ivy swaddles many of the buildings and colour cascades, at curb and much higher, to combat the grey.  Locally grown tomatoes advertise their presence alongside fresh eggs.  A breakfast here must be a total pleasure. I wonder what the gents at the cafe had.

Set back behind the main road stands magnificent Hovingham Hall.  This Grade 1 listed Palladian style mansion was designed and built by Thomas Worsley between 1750 and 1770. The house is only opened to the public between 1st and 28th June each year, and I was sorry to have missed it. Entrance is unique in being through the former riding school, where George III was taught to ride.  In front of the house, the oldest privately owned cricket pitch in England.  I snuck as close as I dared for a look.

Over the garden wall I could see the Saxon tower of the parish church, All Saints.  The name Hovingham has an interesting derivation, combining a ‘place of graves’ with a settlement in a ‘meadow near a river’.  No sign of the river, but I could see some graves.

I was pleased to find that the church door was unlocked.  Quiet reverence inside, an unusual font and beautifully carved organ pipes, lots of kneelers and some exquisite stained glass.  Was there a significance to the dragon?

Crossing back towards the village green, my eyes lit up at the sight of a rocking horse, waiting impatiently at the window for its owner to return.

In a corner of the green, another church, very different in character.  Methodist, with a ‘welcome’ sign on the door, I couldn’t spurn the invitation.

This village is full of surprises.  Quite suddenly I came upon a ford, crossing Marr’s Beck and leading to the elusive River Rye.  A neat little cafe and bakery sits alongside.  The locals, undetered that it was closed, had brought a picnic to their favoured spot.

As if in celebration, just then the sun contrived to make an appearance, transforming the old stone and setting the hollyhocks nodding.

Isn’t England bonny in the Summer?  I walked the length of the beck, beside the cottages and back to the main street.

How better to finish than with a bee, rolling in ecstasy?  I hope you enjoyed our wander today.

It was touch and go this week, a router problem knocking the Internet out for countless hours, but I made it!  Many thanks to all of you who’ve stuck with me.  I had to get the job done so I could showcase these walks, didn’t I?  Please take the time to visit them, if you possibly can. Pop the kettle on first?  And do join in if you have a walk to share.  The details are on my Jo’s Monday walk page.

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First up is Violet, with another attractive bridge for us to cross :

A bridge to cross

Then a hodge podge of food and stuff from Jackie :

Food@home

I rather think Lady Lee had a good weekend!

Happy Sunday

Want to hear a ghost story?  Then Drake’s your man!

In the middle of the history

Kathrin has her own version of scaling the Hollywood heights :

Hike to the Hollywood sign

While Ann Christine likes to take it more gently :

A Walk at Lindo – In the Best Company

And our Meg is wordless, but inimitable :

Wordless walk: Hervey Bay Botanical Gardens

Where’s Woolly this week?  He’s found a very large hole :

Jo’s-Monday-Walk-Wk30_Lochnagar-Crater-Pt-1

We finish with something rather unusual, recommended to me by Sheri, a keen walker herself :

Letterbox Walks

Well, not quite finish, because I have to include Carol’s latest.  Not totally a walk, but you may recognise someone :

Meeting James and Jo

I’m in two minds about next Monday because I shall be traveling to Shropshire (and hopefully meeting up with someone else you know).  I do have another walk I’m desperate to share though.  I’ll keep you posted.  Have a great week!

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  5. You’ve made me look at the villages that surround me with different eyes. I would never have thought to get so much from one small place as you did. Thank you for that.

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  6. Your walks allow me to know much more about England…..through the stunning photos you post!
    To say nothing of the flower pics……enchanting!
    Thanks Jo, I’m really grateful for your shares!

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  9. That was a lovely wander through a pretty village, I enjoyed it so much I almost forgot to drink the brew I’d just made 🙂 Have you ever been to Thornton-le-Dale near Pickering? That’s another pretty little village with a river running through it.

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  14. Oh, how delightful! Such gorgeous photos of a place I am pretty sure I have visited in the past. It does look rather grey, but glad the sun started to peek through in the end.
    This is my latest blog post, about my visit to the Israel Museum, to add to your collection: https://goo.gl/1AyBG7

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    1. It’s another grey/sunny/grey/sunny day today, Lisa, and I haven’t got myself organised to go anywhere yet. 🙂 🙂 This is a village we’ve driven through occasionally and I always meant to stop. You never know what hidden treasures, do you? Thanks a lot!

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  18. I suspect you could make anything look bonny! Although this village certainly gave you sme help. Are those painted organ pipes? I thought they were unusual when I saw them in a Melbourne cathedral. Your flower and bee shots are to die for.

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    1. Yes, I loved the organ pipes, Meg. 🙂 In a year when everyone seems focused on counting bees and butterflies I’ve never seen so many, rollicking about the place. Good, isn’t it? 🙂 🙂 Homely hugs, sweetheart. Darkening skies again this morning. Maybe later… 🙂

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      1. Just as well I’m home. I managed to leave the car turned on and flattened the battery, and I’ve mislaid the memory card from my flower camera. I’m a lot more careful when I’m travelling. Hugs from my own nest.

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      2. We kind of ‘switch off’ at home, don’t we? I just remarked to Mick I need to dash down and post 2 birthday cards before 10.45. He gave me ‘the look’. That’s Saturday posting time and it’s Monday today. 5.15. Back to dilly daydreaming and waiting for the sin. 🙂

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  20. ooh those skies were grey weren’t they on your arrival, so please though the sun did finally peep out for you and that you found the brook. beautiful village

    Enjoy your trip to Shropshire, hope the sun shines as much as it did for us when we were in Shrewsbury a few weeks ago 🙂

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