Turn Right At Liverpool And Keep Walking- Day 86 – Selby To Howden – 5 March 2019

It’s a little more chilly than last Thursday and the sky is overcast as I set out from Selby station on today’s trek. The Abbey peeks out from behind buildings as I join what is going to be quite a long path following the Ouse.

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I don’t know what it is but in the days before Spring arrives the starkness of trees is more striking. However, as we are in meteorlogical spring we can forgive any daffodils that have sprung.

I did not have time for Selby, it being a longish walk today, but by the riverside, it does look a place that is worth revisiting.

However, today is going to be a day of power stations, I didn’t count them, and some may have been repeat viewings because of the meandering Ouse, but there was always at least one on the horizon along my path, smoking Mordor like in the distance.

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The path from Selby followed the Ouse for 6 miles, as it meandered in a largely unchanging flat landscape. The distances here seem much larger because of the fenland.

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and for those six miles, my path was largely this, an unchanging dyke protecting the surrounding farmland from flooding.

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The primary crop along the riverside appears to be maize, judging by the number of discarded cobs, however, perhaps unsurprisingly it is used as biofuel in the nearby powerstations, the North Yorkshire coalfields have turned into cornfields.

All day I only met a few people along the route, I suspect the sheer distance of the path here deters casual walkers. Infact I encountered more vehicles on this dyke than people. That I only saw two of the latter walking dogs isn’t a comment on the fact I was walking a busy road, but I was impressed with the driver who risked tumbling into the river to let me pass.

Eventually I departed the Ouse, but to meet the Derwent when it joins the Ouse, and followed that for a further mile or so. Now it threatened to rain, but did hold off.

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Leaving the Derwent, I crossed from North Yorkshire to the East Riding however as this involved walking the busy A63 for over half a mile, it was not the most gentle introduction to this revived ancient county.

After the busy road it was a pleasure to walk again amongst farmland, albeit the path was muddy and clay splattered as I walked towards and around Howden proper

But eventually I came to the outskirts of Howden, again it looked a visitable market town, but unfortunately not on my path (I’ll see if I can plan a route through it for my next stage).

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The target of the day was now in sight, Howden station , which lies over a mile outside Howden proper. That reminds me of the old music hall joke, “Why didn’t they build Howden station in the town centre””  “Because the railway line doesn’t go there”. I’ll get my coat…

Howden itself dates back to 959 AD, when King Edgar gave his wife Ethelfleda, the local manor. work on the Minster commenced in 1228.

Anyway it was a pretty enough station, as are most of these old country stations, with an old stationmaster’s house and level crossing.

A pleasant journey back, by courtesy of Hull trains, far more comfortable than TPE, who I used from Doncaster to go back avoiding Manchester.

I didn’t feel as tired today as last week, and I managed 14 miles. A good day.

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Copyright Allan Russell 2019

 

Author: allanprussell

Big houses in the Heatons and others that take my interest.

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