Five and half miles seemed a bit far, but I was feeling enthusiastic although it's a long long while since I've walked this distance. Off we set, and after some initial confusion where the route went down a private driveway and in front of a house we were soon out in open countryside with a clearly visible path to follow.
This led to a walkway over marshy ground, and a confusing number of brooks to be crossed by footbridges
Part of the attraction of this route for me was the promise of abbey ruins. I hadn't expected much to be visible but they were nothing more than grassed-over humps, with no distinct building shapes to be seen at all. So, a little disappointing.
At this point, crossing through sheep pasture, the easily-defined path disappeared, and, although probably little over a mile in, my legs began to feel I'd walked far enough, so I was seriously wondering about turning round. After a rest on the bridge, and something to eat I decided to carry on, following a runner who clearly knew where he was heading.
From here the path was easy to spot again, though sometimes the route markers weren't, being hidden behind or crops or wild flowers.
Now heading gradually uphill, lovely views over the countryside opened up, with the yellow fields of rape looking brighter than in the photos.
At least on this section the path was easy to see
but another sheep field on the approach to Stainton-le-Vale had us confused again.
Stainton-le-Vale is a very small village, without the corner shop/pub/tea room I'd hoped for, so after another very welcome rest on a public bench and a look at the exterior of the old 'tin tack' tabernacle chapel, on we went, heading uphill now - first along the road then branching onto a bridleway which was easy-going underfoot but soon went very steeply uphill through a small wood.
There wasn't anything to be seen - just dandelion clocks - but it made me realise how long a seemingly empty landscape like this can have been lived in, and how it once might have been more populous.
Onward again, following the path to Kirmond-le-Mire, with black clouds building behind us.
Drizzle fell as we headed up another hill, which was quite pleasant and cooling without being too wet, and from the top we could see the path we'd taken cutting a green line through the yellow fields.
We could now have followed the road back to Binbrook, and I wondered about it in case my energy ran out, but from the top of the hill out of Kirmond-le-Mire the path ran more or less flat for most of the way back, and the road was far busier than I'd expected, so I opted for the quieter way on a well-used path through crops.
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