Parking
again opposite The Devonport Hotel in Middleton One Row, I this time go left (downstream)
along the green to locate the signed path. This heads diagonally down
dissecting some gardens before emerging at the river bank. The riverside path
continues between the river and meadows, at this time of year chest high in
flora - red poppies and less unidentifiable species in yellow, pink, and
spindly purple. Also rampant are the nettles, thistles and giant hogweed,
the latter warranting notices that helpfully warn of the dire consequences of
contact.
After
half an hour, having crossed a metal footbridge and climbed a stile, the path
becomes indistinct but re-asserts itself atop a dyke to the left. As this ends,
a path at right angles to the river goes left up a grass track, soon enclosed
by fences, to the road at Low Middleton Farm.
Turning
right at the farm, a path leads through a field, becoming a cart track, passing
through a gate and then rising up a grassy knoll (Fatten Hill). Here a signpost
offers an alternative route to Yarm but the Teesdale Way continues on, through
the Newsham Grange Farm and onto a minor road.
After
about half a mile a signpost on the right shows the way, via a gate and
diagonally downhill through a field back to the riverbank. The track here is
rutted underfoot and thick with thistles but soon enters a wooded section,
providing welcome shade and easier walking, but when the trees end the thigh
deep vegetation returns making progress quite hard work, akin to wading through
treacle.
It
is a long trek, about four miles, along the river bank before civilisation
returns at Aislaby Grange, after which the path becomes more travelled and so
easier to speed along, keen to reach the watering holes of Yarm. But it is
still a mile or two before the posh riparian properties come into view,
followed by the impressive railway viaduct, passed under as the path climbs up
to the town.
Just
across the A67 is the Blue Bell Inn and, eight miles into the walk, a pint of
Hobgoblin is in order, swiftly swallowed in the beer garden, conveniently
placed right on the Teesdale Way.
Twenty
minutes later I am back on the route, now a pleasant, well-trodden path along
the river with open views across fields, which continues for about three miles
until Eaglescliffe Golf Club intervenes and diverts the path inland at ninety
degrees to deposit me, somewhat incongruously, into a modern housing estate.
Turning
right and following the TWP signs, I reach the A67 and then zig-zag my way to
Eaglescliffe station for a train back to Dinsdale (as the station at Middleton
St George is called). It is only two stops, about six minutes, which is mildly
insulting given the six hours it has taken to walk the twelve miles; and then
I’ve another mile from Middleton St George to Middleton One Row to pick up the
car.
Nevertheless
it was a fine walk, but probably better done in spring or autumn when the
vegetation would be less troublesome.
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