Photos by Guy Jefferson : on the map, in Google Earth (KML)

Sutton Bank is famous for the White Horse that is engraved in its 300ft south face. The horse was cut out of the rock face around a hundred years ago and then painted white. It is given a fresh coat of paint at regular intervals which enables it to be viewed for many many miles, stretching as far south as York. There has been a very active gliding club here since the early 1920's which use the upwinds sweeping up the cliffe face to get their gliders into the air and to soar on the upcurrents. I have spent countless hours walking along the miles of public footpaths located around the bottom of the cliffe.

This fantastic view of the village of Crayke was taken from near the village church in late March judging by the daffodils that are in full blume. Just behind the camera is Crake Castle. A wonderful view of North Yorkshire can be seen from the road just past the Castle which is a favourite spot for motorist to take in the view.

The houses on the left of the river bank form the small village of Beningbrough. Sadly there was no well worn riverside path here so walking becomes difficult but not impossible. The village is a dead end thus very little vehicle traffic is involved. Half a mile upstream from here a Whitley bomber forced landed in the river in 1941 which made recovery very difficult.

This is a view of the south end of the village taken from the river bank known locally as "The Falls" I have no idea why it was given this name as there are no water falls within miles of here. However, it was a very pleasant walk and in May white violets grew here which were mainly white in colour but smelt lovely.

Thanks for your reminiscences, Guy. I am a comparative newcomer, having only lived here for 25 years. Just for you, I have added 4 new photos to my gallery showing the church spire and the cherry blossom in the avenue.

This is the Lodge Gate at Newton-on-Ouse which lead to Beningbrough Hall, the home of the Countess of Chesterfield in the 1930's. Harry Rodwell was the gate keeper who lived in the right hand part of the gatehouse but slept in the left hand. There was no electricity fitted nor water closset. He could be seen with his lit candle crossing from the right part of the lodge to the left every evening when retireing to bed. His ourside lavvy was down a long path to the left. The two cherry trees were the last of scores more that lined Chery Avenue, a maginificent sight when covered in blossom in May.