Braithwaite RFM Blue Line

 

Braithwaite 

RFM Blue Line

04/11/25

It was a really warm morning as high as 17 degrees and I had to take my coat off as I was sweating, but there were cool windy showers so back on with the coat. On and off several times.

This is really low country prone to flooding, arable dominates the farms but there are a few cows and  horses around. The old village houses  have been, in the main renovated, and new expensive houses added to the villages.

I set off along Low Lane towards Kirk Bramwith and soon went over the dead straight New Junction canal.

Kirk Bramwith is tiny but has the lovely church of St Mary's at its heart. 

This stretch of the route is all on tarmac next to large arable flat fields. In no time at all I reached the Top Lane Bridge and re-crossed the New Junction canal.

Going past my car as the Kirk Bramwith loop was completed I left Braitwaite again but to the north west. Leaving the road the path over the fields was hardly trod at all and I was worrying that low footfall could give me route access problems ahead.

At Flashley Carr Drain a load of cows quickly gathered themselves from the field towards the gate expecting to be let out. I guess they were ready for milking and mistook me for the farmer.

Passing Ash Hill farm I headed back onto tarmac towards Moss. These roads and lanes are really quiet with hardly any cars and no walkers at all. I did see a cyclist but he was listening to music. I could hear it as he passed.

The little Shetlands watched me through the hedge. On Brick Kiln Lane I met an old lady walking her dog Gina, a Romanian rescue dog. We chatted for 5 minutes and I later reflected that this was the only person I had seen to talk to on this walk. These villages with their multi million pound houses must be very lonely places. Makes me happy to be in Denaby Main.

The Lane to Wrancarr Mill was muddy in places very muddy. I could only see tractor tracks and horse shoe tracks no boots so obviously the area is not a hot spot for walkers.

The path was easy to follow as the hoof prints were deep and obvious but slippy and not good to walk on.

Before the walk I had no idea Wrancarr Mill was on it so was pleasantly surprised to see it.

I could see the church at the small village of Haywood over the fields, another tiny place with a church. 

The path towards Trumfleet was a pleasant stroll over the fields. I saw 2 seperate hares too quick to photo so I just watched them. The birds in the picture on the right are pigeons. I don't think I have ever seen so many in one flock in the countryside.

This was the best part of this walk but eventually the path entered Highfield Lane and I trudged towards Trumfleet.

This horse watched me all along the lane as I approached the first house. 

At this point I was supposed to take a path over a few fields and avoid the village but the path was blocked by a large gate although the sign was still up. I have noticed that in the richer rural areas people ride roughshod over rights of way. If I was a local dog walker I would be furious but as a once only visitor I just have to find another route. On this occasion it was easy I just went through the tiny village.

I love the old unimproved buildings far better than the renovated and definitely better than the modern monstrosities. But I recognise a renovated building is better than a pile of old bricks, the fate of all unimproved village buildings. The bull on the right watched me but I was over a fence on the road. He looked calm enough.

The last building as I left Trumfleet looked an ideal candidate for development and I am sure it will be done sooner or later. As I left the village the remnants of the Medieval ridge and furrow reminded me of the depth of history in this landscape.

Pretty soon I was back at Braithwaite. I have mixed feelings about this area. I would hate to live here too quiet and unfriendly but individuals are fine and the scenery is good. Something is wrong when the thing which blights the area is the rich house owners. The local every day people have all gone.