After flying for nearly 24 hours and landing at Heathrow at 5am (ouch) we picked up the rental car and headed north for Yorkshire, arriving in Malton, in North East Yorkshire, just in time for lunch.
The so-called foodie capital of Yorkshire, Malton is also the birthplace of one of my foodie heroes – James Martin – of course, we’d call in here!
We stopped in at The Royal Oak for lunch. Although it seemed as though we hadn’t eaten real food for days, the portions here were Yorkshire sized and completely defeated us. The hospitality too was Yorkshire-sized – while we visited a lot of friendly pubs this was easily the friendliest.
Malton is a busy market town with a history dating back to the first century AD. The streets behind the high street are dominated by the stockyards and the auctioneers/broker/traders stores that go with that.
There are lots of other little factoids I could tell you about this place – like how the grand house/ castle was ordered to be demolished in 1674 and the stones divided between the two sisters who had inherited it and couldn’t agree on what was to happen with it. My favourite though is how some of the buildings in town inspired Charles Dickens when he was writing “A Christmas Carol.”
While in town we stocked up on some provisions for the next few days – including some scotch eggs and pork pies that I told you about in this post.
File miles south of Malton is Westow and our home for the next three nights.
Located in the gorgeous Howardian Hills, there are no shops here in the village, but plenty to see on a cold morning walk.
As luck would have it our cottage was just a couple of houses away from the local (small but very good) pub, the 300-year-old Blacksmith’s Arms, and given both the temperature outside (“by gum it’s raw”) and our energy levels (I was sinking fast) that was a very good thing.
There are 15 grade II English heritage-listed properties in the village, one of which is the cottage we were staying in – Yew Tree Cottage. As an aside, the white rose that you see on the gate (in the pic below) is the white rose of the Yorks – remember your history lessons about the War of the Roses? Anyways, it’s something you see everywhere.
The cottage is cozy warm and super comfortable. There are plenty of logs for the fire, some goodies on the kitchen bench and even a few cookbooks to keep me amused.
The cottage has 3 good sized bedrooms and sleeps 6 people. If you want to know more (and see some better photos of it), you can do so here.
Just a mile or so down the road are the ruins of Kirkham Priory on the River Derwent.
The priory was founded in the 1100s and was surrendered 400-odd years later as part of the dissolution of the monasteries.
It’s story, however, doesn’t end there as it was used in WW2 to test the D-day landing vehicles. Winston Churchill himself visited on that occasion.
It is, however, absolutely worth a stop…and the pub here is pretty good too!
Also in the area is Castle Howard. We visited here the first time we were in York but called in this time to check out the farm shop only…
Next time…a postcard from York.