Coordinates: 54°19′33″N 1°32′30″W / 54.32585°N 1.54154°W / 54.32585; -1.54154
Scruton is a village and civil parish in the Hambleton district of North Yorkshire, England. It is five miles west of Northallerton. According to the 2001 census the village had a population of 442, decreasing to 424 at the 2011 census.
Scruton is a Thankful Village, one of very few English villages that lost no men in the First World War.
Today Scruton is a lively, sociable village that boasts a set of activities and amenities out of proportion with its size. The pub (the Coore Arms), the village hall (the Coore Memorial Hall) and the Church of England St. Radegund's church are all venues for village activities.
St. Radegund's hosts Church of England services each week. It also provides a wonderfully acoustic venue for concerts and hosts other occasional village events. The mediaeval church, restored by architect George Fowler Jones in 1865, is a grade II* listed building.
The village hall is home to Scruton Karate (Wado-Ryu) Club, Scruton craft circle, pilates and keep fit and Scruton Toddler Group, activities that take place every week. It is also home to monthly domino drives, frequent Scruton Society meetings, bi-monthly parish council meetings and meetings for other clubs and societies in the village.
Scruton is a surname, and may refer to:
One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight!
Days go marching by
There and back I never wait for a confident reply
Truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints
And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring
It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path, whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore!
One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight!
Years go flying by
No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye
Judgment comes in many forms but never scarce or shy
And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight
It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Prejudicial waters wash over me
A lifetime of scrutiny
And the words just don't equate with sense or sanity anymore!
One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight!
The faces and the names
Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame
Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game?
'Cuz when death comes it's swift and my friend,
We end up and the same
It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path and whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny