I got bus 24 to Coniston and got there about 9am. A bright, spring-like mild day of blue skies and little wind. A female Linnet collects nesting material from a roof at Coniston. I cross the road and take Thirtleby lane to the hamlet of that name. There is a lot of farm traffic on the single track road. A Yellowhammer sings from a hedge,Skylarks rise. I get to Thirtleby, a spread out hamlet with some new farm outbuildings. The hamlet sits on an area labelled on the map as Gravel Hills, which reminds me that the undulating landscape is due to the presence of sands and gravels deposited by glacial moraines. The gravels are exposed on a ditch. I take a detour towards Thirtleby Grange to explore the hamlet a bit more. There are many birds singing, amongst them the lovely song of my first Willow Warbler of the year. I spot a hare standing on a field track, I take one photo with the wrong exposure and she's gone.
I then turn round to the main road towards Roe Hill Farm. More Skylarks and Pheasants and a distant Yellowhammer. Soon I get to the left turn into a public right of way towards Roe Hill. It is a gentle climb to its more than 25 m of altitude. The landscape shows evidence of ancient woods, with copses and plantations including a diverse ground flora of Wood Anemones, Bluebells and Greater Stichwort. I get to the evocatively named Bog Wood, on the grounds of Wood Hall. Although the trees are not particularly old, there is some evidence of woodland continuity, as opposed to the carrs and marshes of the low lying lands. In the distance I can see Old Wood (previously known as Yaud Wood) of Burton Constable, and later on, Woodcock Wood (there are some great names in the area such as Spacey Field, and Bittern Boom Mere). There is a round pond sunk amongst the trees (top shot) reflecting the blue sky. I come near and there is a carpet of Greater Stitchwort.
There is a track by the field by Fox Covert, and then the right of way crosses a wheat field just before I get to Old Ellerby. A large hamlet with a pub, the Blue Bell, and church, St James, on Crab Tree Lane, another lovely name. I take a narrow footpath between houses that emerges on the churchyard, where there are a few young and curious Rabbits.










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