I do love a bit of enthusiasm, don’t you? Last year, when the Tour de Yorkshire came to Thirsk, the celebrations included a colorful yarn bombing of the market square. Flushed with success, they did it all over again this year, for Yorkshire Day, on August 1st.
In all honesty, I’d quite forgotten about it. I was merely entertaining myself with a bit of a walk, my husband being hard at work in nearby South Kilvington. With a little more foresight I could have chosen one of a number of walks, available through Thirsk Tourist Information. But, as often happens, I opted to follow my nose, in the rough direction of the town centre.
At a mini roundabout I chose Stammergate over Long Street, and the gentle curve of St. James Green. A sign in the window, “If you want the best seat in the house- move the dog”, made me smile. I followed the dog walker down a narrow path and found myself on the banks of Cod Beck. The name derives from Cold Beck, a beck being smaller than a river, and it runs deep between the banks of the stream, so is always fairly cool. It flows from Cod Beck Reservoir at Osmotherley, on the edge of the North York Moors, for 22 miles, passing through the centre of Thirsk and finally joining with the River Swale.
It’s unusual to find a young woman, fishing on her own. Not so unusual to find a small girl entranced by the tumbling waters of the weir. A signboard tells me that this area is known as The Holmes, where a grove of straight stemmed willows were once used for basket making. I turned back at the weir, heading for 15th century St. Mary’s Church, opposite The Marage, the site of a former fishpond and recreational area.
Unfortunately there was a service in progress in the church, so I turned into Kirkgate, discovering my first hint of yarn bombing at Thirsk Hall.
Kirkgate is also home to the World of James Herriot. You may remember the TV series ‘All creatures great and small’, based on the books by James Herriot about the life of a vet in the Yorkshire Dales. Thomas Lord, founder of Lord’s Cricket Club in London, was born in 1755 in the house on Kirkgate that now houses Thirsk Museum.
Thirsk is built around a large medieval market square, established in 1145, and the market continues to function every Monday and Saturday. Today it’s enhanced by something warm and whimsical. Sit back and enjoy!
Wonderful, aren’t they? I expect I’ve missed a few, but traffic and awkward angles didn’t help. The Tourist Information office is in Market Place, but closed on Sundays. I wandered round into Millgate and found myself surrounded by ducks as I admired the bridge. Once a corn mill was sited here, fed by a mill race and regulated by sluice gates. All that remains today is the weir we saw earlier.
But inevitably I’m drawn back to Market Place. It’s time for a cuppa, don’t you think?
It’s an interesting place and I hope you enjoyed our wander. Do you have anywhere nearby where the yarn bombers have been busy? The first place I ever saw it was Hunstanton in Norfolk, but since then I’ve even seen it in the Algarve! And, of course, my favourite little seaside town, Saltburn, dazzles every year. Let’s pop the kettle on now! Time for a read.
Thanks, everybody! Once again I have some wonderful contributions. You never let me down. Please try to find time to visit these lovely people. You won’t be disappointed. And if you can join me next week, that’d be great too. Details, as always, on my Jo’s Monday walk page.
Absolutely my kind of walk! Hell, it certainly isn’t, Jude!
And it’s heaven on the beach, with Meg this week. Wordlessly!
Who’d have thought inland Australia could look like this? A truly fabulous post from Miriam!
Did you know Jesh runs a challenge? Join in, if you’d like to :
Jackie’s off on another jaunt!
I’ve always wanted to visit Yosemite! Marsha gives us a few tips on the National Parks :
And who hasn’t wanted to walk at least part of the Camino? Andrew, I hope you’re paying attention? Good luck to you, Jill!
Liesbet gets into some strange places on this one!
Some folks are a bit lazy when it comes to walking. Not you, Becky, of course!
Another post from Northumberland, by David. And did you find that photo, Sue?
Where’s Drake got to this week? Take a look!
Woolly brings us more heartbreak from France :
And finally, are there any better cities for walking in? Just ask Carol!
That’s it for another week! I’m off up to Durham with the group this morning. Take care till next time!