Goyt Valley and Bugsworth Basin

After over indulging at Christmas, it was time to get some fresh air and a little exercise, so I set off for a canal walk. Before I reached the canal I was aiming for I saw a sign for the Goyt Valley way, so decided to explore. I was near New Mills in Derbyshire and hving found a car park, descended down some steps to reach the river. When I hewar the word goyt I always thing of the stream that flowed through a culvert in Nelson that we used to call the goyt, but this Goyt is far from that. I flows quite swiftly with farmland on one bank and a wooded hillside on the other. The path mostly follows the river although wanders off nowe and again.
There has been quite a bit of work done to promote wildlife there are several small pools and also an area which has been fanced and they are trying to create a reed bed, which should make a nice habitat in time.
I followed the path for about a mile stopping occassionally to look for bird life but sadly saw very little, apart from a flockof Canada Geese, a heron, a moorhen and several mallard. Eventually the wind started to get me so I retraced my steps and step off to find somewhere to have a coffee to warm myself up.

I drove to the canal I was amaing for and ended up at Bugworh Basin

After a break in the Navigation Inn I went for a wander around the basin. It was built  around 1800 and was the end of the Peak Forest canal, and connected with a tramway that brought limestone and grit from the quarries of what is now part of the Peak District. Parts of the tramway are still visible. The site was derelict for a long time but has been renovated and is now a scheduled ancient monument. It is quite a fascinating place and after a look round I went for a stroll down the tow path and back, it was now starting to grow dark so I returned to the car and set off for home.

Not a long walk but far enough considering it was rather cold, especially in the wind. I think buth places visioted are worth another visit in the future.

Stanage Edge

Another lovely late October day so we decided to head down towards Hathersage close to where we were last week and walk Stanage Edge. So after another drive through Glossop and over the Sanke pass we arrived at Hatherseage itself. We had a walk starting for the villlage but as it was going to be going dark around 4.30 we decided to find a closer starting point to the Edge. A look at the OS map found a carparking area near to the southern End and we were lucky to get the last parking spot.

We start off following up a broad path the took us up through bracken almost to the top and just a little scramble and were were there.

Stanage is certainly the most dramatic Edge we have walked, it is on the edge of Hathersage Moor which stretchs East toward towards Sheffield, however the best views are to the west where we could look down across the Hope valley towards Castleton and clearly see Mam Tor and the great ridge stretching to Lose Hill, with its companion Win Hill also is sight.

Looking South West we could see down the Derwent valley overlooked by Froggat Edge.

Although the day was glorious, the wind on the top was very strong, but it wasnt a chilling wind fortunately. We set off along the edge, which is very popular with rock climbers, every buttress seemed to be alive with them. The cliffs of edge I assume are Millstone grit although there were certainly traces of sandstone on the cliff top. The way was for a large part over boulders as well as grass between them, also very fine sand which along with the pools of water reminded me of walking along a rocky seashore.

We continued to walk along. for the most part the scenery on the top was pretty similar, climbers, gaps between the rock, moorland to the east,, these are grouse moors and I did brief see one grouse in the distance. After a while more views opened up, KinderScout was unmistakable, also other hills to the north of it which i do not know.

We finally reached a trig point and dropping back from the edge found a sheltered spot to stop and eat our snack. 

After the break we then started to retrace our steps, part of the way along we stopped at a place called Robin Hood's cave, we had passed it on the way out but this time I decided to climb down and have a close look. It is a ledge with a number of  very rounded hemispheres in the rock, how these are formed I dont know, maybe it is the wind which blows the dust around and over many years shapes them, there is also a gap in the stone where after climbing down came to  the back of a small circular cave presumeably formed the same way. Going through this you come out onto a little balcony overlooking the rock face. Cave with a balcony? certainly sir.

Returning to the edge we arrived back at the point where we had climbed onto the edge and decided to continue up to Cowley rocks at the end of the edge. On reaching these rocks I was quite amused to find another trig point which had been afixed to a large rock.

From these rocks we could see over to Higger Tor which we did last week and it  was only a fairly short walk from where we were. We realised these were the rocks that we could see last week.

We now decided that instead of walking back along the edge we would descend here, which we did with a bit of scrambling and then followed a path through the bracken which lead to the main park from the carpark.

Oh and we actually some of the famed discarded millstones, they were so well grouped that if I were a cynic I would say that they had been deliberately placed there.

All told we walked between 5 and a half and six miles in the surprisingly fast, for us, 3 and a half hours.



Higger Tor

For one reason or another we havent walked for quite a while but we finally got out today and decided to do a walk described as medium, which was to walk around Burbage rocks and then back over Higger Tor.
We drove over Snake Pass after suffering driving through Glossop. The road is far too busy for its size ands so quite slow going.
W started the walk from the Longshaw Estate, a National Trust property so free car parking, always a plus. I didnt know it until we arrived but the meadows we walked through on the White Edge walk were part of this estate too.
We started of walking throiugh Woods on the estate and dont past little strams to the valley crossing a wooden bridge before ascending to cross a road. At this point we realised we had taken the wrong route through the woods so had to follow the road to get to the correct point. After scratcdhing our heads on which path to take, there were several, we started to climb along a rock strewn path up towards the top of Burbage Rocks. Burbage rocks is an edge which drops from Heather moorland to an oval valley. The path took us upwards and I am sure there would have been lovely views but it was quite hazy so most things were indistinct.
The rocks on the edge were broken wirh fissures between them and we were careful not to get to close, unlike lots of rock climbers who were all over them. All the time the path was strewm with rocks so the going wasnt exactly straight forward. The path took us past a disused quarry and there were supposed  to be millstones strewn around but we didnt see any. I guess back in the day,  the stones were cut at the quarry and then taken to where they were needed. The path curved around the valley until we reached the head. This was by the Fiddlers Elbow road and was a popular place with quite a number of cars parked and lots of people around. We soon crossed a couple of streams and the set of away from the crowds to return down the other side of the valley.
We probably misread the route at this point because we started to descend towards woods where the route clearly took us around them, so we had to work our way back up towards a path we could see and then after a short break for a snack continue upwards to the top of Higger Tor. I felt a little cheated whe nwe got there becuase the road runs just beloe the top and so people were parking up and strolling up a 100 yard long path to the top.
The top of the tor is covered with boulders which are are prominent around the eastern and southern sides of the hill, some precariously balanced. From the southern edge we could look down and see the smaller tor Carl Wark which we were heading for. We could not see a proper path down the southern side so we had to scramble carefully down the side picking out way carefully over the rocks. We then followed the path to Carl Wark.
Cark Wark is a Neolithic/Bronze age/iron age (take your pick) reinforced hill. We approached it up a path   to the top top which is guarded by a stone faced bank about 10 feet high. Like Higger Tor, the top is strewn with boulders and what this place was used for I dont know and googling it didnt help, it appears to be a bit of a mystery. After crossing the summit we again were faced with a scrambling descent. Once we reached a recognised path we followed it  towards a cark park crossing a stream on the way. Once at the carpark we crossed the road and again entered Longshaw Estate. A stroll through the woods and we were back at the car.
The walk was around 5 miles, but as the going was not  straightforward we were out for about 4 hours. The views were not as good as they could have been due to the hazy conditions and not much in the way of wildlife. That said it was an interesting walk and we had how first experience of having to do some scrambling, as I have been put off in the past where routes say scrambling involved, maybe we willget a bit more adventurous.

Underground, Overground and the Fawlty Towers Tea rooms.

No I didn't go and see the Wombles, but today was my walking buddies birthday so instead of a walk she wanted to do the Castleton Caves.
We started of at Speedwell Cavern, which is basically an uunderground boat ride down a narrow former lead mining tunnel, the trip was notable for the engine of the boat breaking down and our guide having to "walk the boat"  I thought it was a gimmick bit no he assured me that there had been a problem. At the end of the boat trip is a natural cavern. The trip was quite informative but not that dramatic.
We then walked to Treak Cliffe Cavern but had just missed a tour and wouldnt have had time to wait for the next one and make the last Peak tavern trip, which was already paid for. So we had to head off to Peak or the Devil's Arse as it is known.
We arrived with quite a bit of time to spare so decided to visis the tearooms close by, me have been here a few times and it really is surreal. We know from experience that the guy who owns it doesnt like people to buy just a drink, which wasnt a problem as we wanted the cream tea. While we waited, an eldewrly couple walked up and sat down. The conversation went something like this,
"2 teas please"
" 2 teas and scones"
"no we just want 2 teas"
"No you have to have scones"
"can we have 2 teas and an icecream?"
" i dont normally, but just this once I will"
as an aside as the owner walks away the lady mutters "weird"
So the poor chap had to eat an icecream while drinking his tea.
Then came the time to pay, the bill was about £8. conversation.
"Thats a lot"
"well you could have had tea and scones for £11.50"
"its still a lot"
"get over it... come again"
"no chance"

well we managed to control our laughter and headed for Peak Cavern, this is a pretty impressive cave, where people used to live and make rope, we were treated to a demo of how it was done and the had a tour of the cave, a good tour although you have to use your imagination to see some of the rock shapes you are supposed to see.

After the tour we returned to the tea shop where i managed toget just a coffee, well I had bought scones a hour ago.  Outside we had a conversation with a guy who said they had just been there and had wanted 6 drinks and 3 lots of scones (about £20) he said the owner wouldnt serve them until they had agreed to buy 4 lots of scones.

Well it was a nice afternoon, and I thought the tea shop was a laugh, but it is possible that you might have had to be there to appreciate it.

Rivington Terraced Gardens

Not really a walk as we were thwarted by the weather and didn't do our intended walk. We drove around for a while and ened up at Rivington, as the weather was poor it was quiet and we set off to explore the gardens.
The gardens were laid down by one of the Lever brothers of soap manufacturing fame (later Lord Leverhulme) . I believe the gardens are all that remains of Lord Leverhulmes home  and are now owned by United Utilities along with a lot more land around Rivington village.
The gardens which lie on the side of Rivington Pike have been mostly left to nature but along with ruined buildings a lot of features still exist.
We parked in the car park at the bottom of the hill and set off walking up a broad track through woodlands, lots of swallows were swooping around, always a nice sight. as we walked we caught glimpses of the paths and steps leading of the main track and soon reached a seven arched bridge which spanned the path. We had no idea where the paths led to so decided to follow the main track as far a we could.
After steadily climbing we reached a group of ruined buildings and as we looked around spotted a pool down though the trees, there were steps leading down sowe followed these and reached the pond, there appeared to have been a series of small waterfalls leading down to this pool but little water was visible, we guessed this watercourse was man made and with lack of maintenance had dried up. The pool at the bottom was quite tidy except for some rubbish at on end.
We retraced our steps  back to the main track and it soon turned with another track leading off onto the open slope of the Pike itself, with a square building on the summit. We were xploreing the gardens so we ignored this route and followed the main track.
As the track rounded a sharp bend we could see a building, a pavilion of some sort,  across what I guess was once a lawn, and as the track continued we saw steps leading towards this building so we wandered down to have a look. This pavilion had a wonderful view across the nature reclaimed lawn and face roughly southwest and although it was very cloudy we could see the shapes of hills on the horizon, North Wales perhaps? also through binoculars I could make out a building in the distance which had the shape of Liverpool Anglican catherdral, it was in the right direction but whether it was or not I dont know. A path led around  a bend and on exploring fould another pavilion similar to the first facing north west, with another overgrown lawn I guess in front of it. Again I imagine the view from here would have been wonderful, although trees had grown at the far side of the lawn and now somewhat obscured the view.
Between these two pavilions was a flight of steps which led from an arch we had send earlier back up to the main track. We returned to the track, which continued upwards until it reached  a wall with dove perches set into it and leading to the Pigeon Tower a tall thin building which is visible from the valley below. Again ther view from here was fantastic, looking out towards the Ribble estuary and to Blackpool where we could seI am surethat on a clear day the Lake District fells would also be visible.
This was about as far along the track we wanted to go, so we descended steps in front of the tower past a series of arches. I paused here to watch a falcon hovering in the air quite close by, it was too big for a kestrel and I guess it was a peregrine but I couldnt be certain despite watching it untl it folded it's wing and dropped to presumably take some small animal it had spotted.
We then spotted a lily pond and took the path that led alongside it, tits and blackbirds were flying between the bushed and I spotted a small mammal as it disappeared into the undergrowth. although were were walking on a stone path we noticed at one point there were spaces between the stones, which looked as if they could have been put there as an overflow for the pond, as one the other side of the path there looked to be a man made watercourse going down the hill.
A little further on and another set of steps appeared leading up th a pair of arches where the steps split to go both right and left the steps also led down the hill and this was the way we went The steps led down over various pieces of stonework and we found ourselves on the top of the seven arched bridge. This seemed a got point to rejoin the track we had walked up and we follwed it back down to the carpark.

It turned out to be an enjoyable afternoon after the disappointment of not being able to walk where we had intended.

I did wonder why the gardens had never been restored to their former glory, but I think the wildness of it added to the experience, after all there any plenty of tended gardens that can be visited.

Shining Tor

Today we decided on a walk based around Shining Tor, which is situated near the Cat and Fiddle pub on the Macclesfield to Buxton Rd, it is the highest point in Cheshire and promised stunning views. Our starting point was to be the carpark at Errwood and having consulted the map we made for the Cat and Fiddle where there was a road leading down into the Goyt valley and the car park. We drove down this road only to find we could not drive through to the carpark we wanted, so after another look at  the map we set off into Buxton and up the Whaley Bridge road and turned down towards the reservoir at Errwood, only to find that that road was closed too. A third look at the map showed another carpark was on the route, so we drove up to Pym Seat and finally parked. The only drawback with this was that now the walk would end with an uphill climb, rather than a downhill walk as we prefer at the end.
The weather was a bit mixed, sunny spells but occassional black clouds, and just as we were about to head off one of the later decided to unload its contents, so rather than start off wet we sat it out in the car for ten minutes.

and now the walk.

We set off from Pym Seat, this was a group of rocks, which are no longer here and named after a preacher or maybe a highwayman, according to the sign. We crossed a minor road and then entered the moorland, the first part of the walk being along the ridge from Pym Seat via Cat Tor to Shining Tor. It was very windy so there was nothing to do but put our heads down and walk along the ridge, firstly a short climb to the top of Cat's Tor (there used to be wild cats around here) a slight descent and then we climbed up to Shining Tor, the route here is along stone slabs, obviouly laid to protect the land but today handy as they allowed us to keep our feet dry as the land was quite muddy with small pools of water too.

We finally reached the top of Shining Tor and went throguh a gate to the trig point, now I  have to say that from a distance Shining Tor is nothing special being the high point of a long ridge, unlike the nearby Shutlingsloe which is a prominent peak, as the picture at the top shows.

The view however from the top are excellent even though visability wasnt as good today as it has been on previous times I have driven over the Cat and Fiddle .Behind Shutingsloe we could clearly see another peak in the distance which turned out to be the Wrekin 47 miles away, we watched a plane as it flew into land at Manchester, could see Winter Hill as well. We could see the towns of Greater Manchester, the Beeston town was visible, as well as the summits of the Peak District. On a clear day you can see Snowdonia, Pendle Hill and even through to Ingleborough.

We left the summit and now walked down a path towards the top of Shooters Clough, once we were away from the edge the wind dropped considerably and the walking was much more pleasant. After a short descent we climbed again to a track leading to the Cat and Fiddle pub, but our route took us the other way and we started a long descent alongside Shooters Clough heading down to Errwood (our intended starting point). Lokking over the valley I could help but notice the purple heather and more unusual the strips of land within the heather which were clear of colour, I guess this must have been strips that had previously been burnt back. as the shapes were very symetrical. We also had great views of the reservoir on the descent.

We finally reached the bottom of the hill and took the track leading to Errwood Hall. The walk to the Hall was quite wonderful,  streams gurgled down on both sides of the track which was surrounded by Rhododendrons and Azaleas, which must be magnificent when in bloom. This track soon led us to the remains of the Hall itself. The Hall was built in the 1830s by a Manchester businessman called Grimshawe and was partly demolished for the stone when the reservoir was constructed in the 1930s, quite a short life for a fine house.
We had lunch within the remains (I dined at Errwood Hall haha!) the hall is surrounded by more Rhodys, 40,000 Rhodys and Azaleas were planted by Grimshawe when it was built.

We now left the hall and continued along a path by the side of a stream in a deep gully and descended to cross this stream on a wooden bridge, I then took a slight detour as on the hill behind the house is a graveyard where the Grimshawes and some of their employees were buried. Back on the path we started a  climb along the edge of woodland, fortunate as another heavy shower forced us to shelter in the trees.
After a steady climb we passed a small circular building which was built as a shrine to a Spanish governess of the Grimshawes who died suddenly. I looked in the shrine and there is still a small altar and various articles are found inside, crucifixes, pictures of Christ and even a small teddy bear.

We continued walking and shortly after the shrine we reached the minor road again, which we followed up the hill and back to the carpark.

The walk was around 6 miles and took us about 4 hours, which is quite quick for us, little in the way of wildlife although there was a buzzard on the drive up and we saw some deer on the way home.

Two for the price of one

It has been quite a while since the last entry because apart from an uninteresting stroll around Hollingworth Lake we haven't been walking.
So we decided it was time get our boots on again and picked an easy 4 mile walk doing the Roystone Grange trail. This is situated south of Buxton and we drove down now familar roads passing several turn offs we had taken in the past.
We set off from Minninglow carkpark and joined the high peak trail which it this point runs along the disused bed of an old railway. The first part took us along the top of a stone embankment and we soon reached a disused quarry where the old railway sleepers and rails could be seen, then along another stone embankment from where we could see cows with small calves in the field below. We then left  the trail and walked up a track towards Minninglow Hill, which from the distance looks like it its wearing a crown, with bushes around the top and a stand of tall birch trees in the middle. We could see it as we were driving towards the area and it was nice to see it close up. There is a neolithic burial ground on the top of the hill but unfortunately access is denied to the site.
We then descended a field to cross underneath the old railway trail and continued down to reach Roystone Grange. A grange is the name gived to an outlying farm belonging to an abbey and Roystone belonged to the Cistercian Garendon Abbey in Leicestershire, quite some distance away. Apparently  this site has been in continuous use since Roman times and there is plenty of evidence of this but we didnt see any. Having walked through the yard of the grange we followed a track back upto a minor road and from there returned to the carpark.
The walk was very easy going past quite a lot of heritage but it is not easy to see any of it, very poor for birds too, not much seen and recognised apart from a lot of swallows.
We had only walked for a couple of hours so my walking partner suggested we do another short walk.

We had walked part of Lathkill Dale on one of our earliest walks and I quite wanted to walk the lower part of the dale but as the walk was only 3 miles it was a long way to go just for that, so it was a perfect second walk.

We drove to the village of Youlgrave or Youlgreave, the village has a youth hostel in what was the old Co-op building and apparently the mens dormitory is in a room still labelled ladies underwear!
We parked near the impressive church and followed a narrow road down to the river Bradford quite a small river to be honest and it soon joined the River Lathkill. We walk alongside the river past a farm, we saw some quite unusual sheep here, dark brown with white socks and strangely a white tail, we found out the are Balwen, a welsh mountain breed. Once past the farm we reach the hamlet of Alport, where a road bridge crossed the river, which runs prettily down past nice gardens, Having crossed the road we continued walking a little way from the river towards Conksbury bridge, nothing of note along here apart from an area of meadow set aside as a conservation area, I could have lingered here looking for birds but didn't.
We reached Conksbury bridge where the river is very slow moving and lingering at the bridge I was delighted to see a little diving bird which I thought was a Little Grebe, consulting my book proved this to be the case, I was very pleased, as I haven't definitely seen one before. Quite a lot of ducks too, one of which I wasn't certain about, I will have to trawl the books to see if I can spot it,
Having crossed the bridge we now walked along the river, at this point a series of weirs turn the river into a number of shallow lakes with lots of ducks and water so clear that with a bit of patience you can see trout below the surface  I was very pleased to see a Dipper here, its a lovely little bird, dark with a white bib and quite a comical way of flying, also saw an unidentied Rail type bird in the reeds and again i will try and idenitfy later.
This is a wonderful couple of hundred yards of river and I could quite happily spend a couple of hours here. The only drawback is that it is quite popular and so very noisy at times.
Time was drawing on and so we resumed our walk which again moved above the river and after a short while reached Lathkill lodge and a stone clapper bridge which crossed the river, only it didn't! Despite a broad river a hundred yards or so down stream, the bed was dry! I have heard of some rivers in Derbyshire which flow underground in summer, maybe the Lathkill is one such river.
Having crossed the "river" we now had to ascend through woods along a steep hairpin path, the only strenuous walking we did all day, and having reached the top of the wood we walked thorugh a field to reach another grange, Meadow Place Grange which used to belong to the Augustinian Abbey of Leicester. The grange is neatly set out around a central courtyard. We now walked out of the grange climbing through fields until we crossed the road leading to Conksbury bridge, we soon reached a farm track which led to a road which took us back into Youlgreave, where we enjoyed a much needed mug of coffee before returning to the car.
This second walk was much more interesting than the first, with more varied scenery, not to mention the Little Grebe and Dippers.
The two together were quite tiring we were out walking for about six hours all told, although we did linger a lot one the second walk.

Thor's Cave, Manifold Dale

Well the weather was glorious today so we decided on a trip to Manifold dale.
We drove to the village of Wetton and having parked, set off towards Thors Cave, situated 250ft up a crag overlooking the Manifold valley, which was reached by an easy walk firstly on roads, then on a fram track anf finally along a footpath. The Cave have a large almost circular entrance, although dispite the dry weather today it was tricky to climb up into the cave itself, as the path to it was quite muddy and water dripping from the cave itself made the rocky entrance quite slippy. I managed to get into the first part of the cave but no further due to the slippyness of the rock floor. Although I didnt know at the time the cave is on the cover of The Verve's debut album A Storm in Heaven.

We left the cave and began the descent to the valley floor, Thor's Cave is a popular place to visit so  stone steps hav ebeen built to protect the side of the valley. The steps descend through a wood so they were muddy as little sunlight got through to dry them and we found the going very slow but we finally reached the valley floor where a bridge crossed what would have the Manifold river, however the river flows underground for part of its course in the summer months, so the bridge just crossed a dry stream bed.
We now reached the Manifold trail, a footpath built on and old railway line.

Our path took us over the trail and up the opposite side of the valley and into Ladyside Wood, we followed the path through the wood, it is not walked very much, judging from the overgown nature of the path. We emerged from the wood and headed towards the village of Grindon. I have to be honest, I was starting to struggle here it was very hot and I was starting to feel queasy. After a rest were continued on into Grindon. We had only walked about 2 miles but had already taken 2 hours, how intended route was to walk to Wetton mill back down in the valley and then over Wetton Hill back to the car. I really didnt fancy the climb up Wetton Hill the way I was feeling, so we consulted the map and decided to change our route and decided to return to Wetton via Weag's bridge.

We followed the road out of the village past farms and we were delighted to see a calf that must have been born only a few minutes early, his mum weas still cleaning him while he was trying to have his first feed. the road descended back down to the valley and we found a footpath that cut off a large bend in the road. This footpath took us through a nature reserve although we didnt see anything in the way of wildlife, but this path lead us to Weags bridge, which crossed the Manifold but again it was a dry bed.

 We were now on the road again which would lead us back up the hill and into Wetton. We again noticed on the map there was a footpath that cut out part of the road. So we left the road and scrambled up a steep bank again very overgrown and soon reached the road again. We followed the road up the hill and expected to reach Wetton after about a mile, after walking for quite a while every time we reached a bend in the road we expected to see the village in front of us but all we saw was the road continuing on between fields with no sigh of habitation.

Eventually we noticed a footpath leading to Wetton, which we werent expecting so we consulted the map again and worked out where we were, we had gone wrong again, 3rd walk on the trot! We had misread which footpath we had walked up and were on the wrong road! We left the road and followed the footpath up through a field and at the top we saw the Wetton in front of us. We walked down through a couple of fields and finally reached the carpark.

In retrospect it was a mistake to plan such a walk as we had today, it was more a day for wandering along on riverban not walkin up and down hills, but we live and learn.

On Ilkley Moor baht t'at...

..although I did put it on later due to the wind.

As the title suggests we decided to try our luck on Ilkley Moor, I found a route on the Internet but it didn't have an actual map, never mind, we can buy one in Ilkley before starting the walk, this was the first mistake as we could not buy a local OS map in the town.

Undaunted we set off to the Cow and Calf car park, the Cow and Calf are 2 rocks on the side of the moor, with a quarry behind them. We set off on a track to the left of the quarry and took a track that led up to a ridge our first target being the haystack stone, as we neared the top of the ridge, i discovered my 2nd mistake, I had left my asthma inhaler in the car, I normally do not need it but I do tend to panic if I know I dont have it with me so only one thing to do, back down the to the car. As I prepared to return we discovered mistake no 3, we saw the haystack stone on the ridge opposite. So I set off to return to the car while my walking partner set of to walk across to the haystack, where we would meet up again.

Eventually after a trip down the hill and back up the correct track, we met up again at the haystack. The haystack is a rock standing on its own not surprisinging shaped a bit like a haystack. On the stone are various carvings which date to about 2500 BC, and are late Neolithic or Bronze Age. Now we were on the right track and we set off along the track up to the ridge we had originally almost climbed to.

 Ilkley Moor is a popular place so there were plenty of people about and we followed a popular track along the edge of the moor heading towards the main route from Ilkley, not a great deal to see on the moor but the views over the surrounding countryside were fanastic, we could see the "golf balls" at Menwith Hill and  right through to Ingleborough in the distance. bird wise the only things we saw here were sky larks and meadow pipits, although there were plenty of shooting butts so I hoped to see some grouse.


We now joined the main route which led onto the moor itself, fortunately the paths were dry and easy to walk although as we got further onto the moor there was a path became a kind of boardwalk over wet land and small pools. One disappointing thing to see on this part of the walk was the number of dogs being allowed to run free, a one point we passed a couple with 3 dogs which were upsetting a sheep and it lamb which we running franticaly away from them, happily they vanished into the undergrowth and the dogs stopped chasing them. We eventually reached a lone standing stone, not prehistoric but a boundary marker..

Just after this stone we came to a small stone circle, 12 stones called the apostle stones, although apparently there used to be at least 20 so what they were called then I dont know. This circle was probably druidic in origin and another example of the prehistoric life that took place on the moor. There are other circles, cairns and standing stones on the moor but we did not passed them on this walk. Apart form the prehistoric stones there were several examples of modern rock art with piles of stones and more modern carvings, (I assume they are modern , I dont think Tracey was a name used in the Bronze Age).

We now came to a fork in the paths, with a cairn (age unknown) at the fork and we headed eastward. we were now facing the direction of Leeds/Bradford airport and plenty of planes passed above as they climbed tinto the air we could also see the city in the distance a right over the Wharfe valley. We headed down a broad path and soon saw a small tarn or reservoir close to the road, we also at this point saw a pair of curlew in the distance. This part of the walk was a lot quieter and we walked past the tarn and uptowards a rocky outcrop where we detoured to see another stone circle but we could not find it,

Returning to the outcrop we could not understand the route directions and eventually set off on what we though was the right track, and descended to another small tarn, when we reached this tarn it was obvious that we had made mistake number four and now had the choice of returning up to the outcrop or continuing on the route we had taken. We could see that over a valley there was a track going in the direction we wanted so we continued onward until we saw a patch leading into the valley. We took this path and as we descended finally saw a grouse as it broke cover in front of us.
We reached the valley bottom and climbed up the other side, where we saw another grouse and also more curlews. We decidee to take a break as we sat down I could hear a curlew behind me, I looked around and saw not one but two curlews stood on rocks  about 20 yards away making strange noises, as I watched them through the binoculars I also saw a couple of grouse among the foliage on the ground. One of the curlews flew around us, very close and landed opposite. I guess we were near a nest and they were trying to distract us.

We finished our break and followed the path until it reached a wall, over which we could see the road from Ilkley. we were now on the edge of the moor and we followed the path by the wall and all along the moor edge back to the Cow and Calf.

The walk should have been four and a half miles but with the detours and returning for my inhaler I would think I walked around 6 or more miles.  It took us just over four hours mostly reasonable going but with a few climbs the steepest being at the start of the walk. it was enjoyable despite the mistakes we kept making, the weather was mostly sunny quite windy in unsheltered places. It was really nice to see Curlews and Grouse as well as the ubiquitous skylarks and pipits that we see and most walks, not much in the way of wild flowers though which is unusual for out walks.

Froggatt Edge....or not. 03/06/11

As the bank holiday weather wasn’t very good and I was on call at work too, I decided to take Friday off, the weather was forecast to be good and my walking partner was on holiday so it seemed a good opportunity to get out walking.

We decided to walk Froggatt Edge , which over looks part of the Derwent Valley in Derbyshire. The starting point of the walk was a car park at Curbar Gap, at the top of the hill from the village of Calver. As the end of the walk would be up this hill I decided to check the distance from the bottom, it was just over a mile and quite steep, not the ideal way to finish a 7 mile walk.

The route said to leave the car park through a gate, which we did and set off to walk to the ridge which we could see in front of us, this turned out to be our first mistake. After a little climb to the top, we then set off along a path they lead along the edge, we thought that the edge wasn’t as dramatic as it appeared in the guide book (pictured) but we assumed this would change.

The walk took us along a path with a moor on one side and a short drop down to fields on the other, we passed groups of rocks, there was a pleasant breeze up here which was welcome as the sun was high in the sky, we saw lots of hooded crows and meadow pipits, also heard what I think was a grouse but didn’t see it.

The route was easy going and very quiet, we only saw about half a dozen people on the edge.

As we continued the scenery remained constant and still no sign of the dramatic cliffs shown in the guide.

The directions said when the path turns north, descend, but when we reached this point there was no sigh of a path down so we continued onwards. We then saw a road that was shown on the route map and we could also see a pub, that wasn’t on the route map. We looked at the OS map we had with us and noticed a pub further along the road than the point where we should have descended We now realised that we were not following the route we should have been on. There was nothing to do except continue, we had walked too far to retrace our steps, so we continued along the path , passing at one point a couple of inscribed block which appeared to have a poem carved around the sides and another inscription describing it as a companion stone.

Eventually we arrived at another path leading down towards the road. We descend through a small wood, with strange constructions on the side of some of the trees, strange things, could they have been wild bee’s nests? No sign of bees around though. Emerging from the wood we crossed a field and arrived on the road opposite the pub.

Another look at the OS map showed a footpath leading from the pub back to our original route so rather than follow the road back to the route we decided to follow this path which initially led through fields full of wild flowers, a lovely spot to take a break and have a snack.

We set off again and left the meadow to enter a wood which is where we thought we would pick up our original route. we followed a path through the wood, as described, which should have led us down through the wood towards a track the would lead us down to the river Derwent but the one we were on took us around the edge of the wood, so it looked like we had gone wrong again, We persevered along this path and finally reached a broader track which we followed down the hill to emerge in the middle of an upmarket housing estate, large houses with electric gates. We continued along a road that seemed to go in the direction we needed and found a very overgrown footpath which further down the hill, lots of nettles here so we got a few nettle stings, but we eventually reached a main road which we followed and arrived at the bridge over the Derwent at Grindleford. Finally we were on the route again! We took a path that led into another wood and continued onward emerging into farmland and a path that lead to the village of Froggatt.

From here we could look up and see the cliffs of Froggatt Edge, definitely not where we had walked,

We walked to another bridge over the Derwent and then took a path which followed the river where we saw a family of Coots, the young are very cute and quite unlike their parents. We soon reach New Bridge where the river pools and there is a weir, not sure what the flow of water powers though. There was a small preservation area here where there were Lamprey and Great Crested Newts but we didn’t see either. Continuing along the river we saw a Mandarin duck, what I think was a Blackcap and the unusual sight of 2 swallows attacking a Crow, maybe the Crow had got a swallow chick. The path then took us through a small camp site and we arrived at Calver Mill, now apartments but once the setting for the castle in the TV series Colditz.

By now we were both quite weary after having walked for over 5 hours and we did not relish the climb back up to the car park, we enquired at the local pub to see if there were any taxis in the area but were told there weren’t any, so we had a drink at the pub and decided that I would leave my rucksack with my friend. It would be easier to to climb the hill unladened. As I walked up the  hill I could again see the cliffs where we should have walked. Once I reached the car, I drove back down the hill to the pub to pick up my friend and have a welcome drink.

The walk should have been 7 miles but with us taking the wrong route it ended up being over 8 miles, and quite a struggle towards the end. It was still very enjoyable and we must go back and walk Froggatt Edge itself sometime, it turns out we actually had walked over White Edge.

Mam Tor and the Great ridge 15/05/11

Well after a pleasant stroll through the rolling Buckinghamshire countryside last week it was back to the Hills of Derbyshire. The weather didnt promise to be too good but we set off for Castleton with the fallback of doing the caves, but upon arriving at the Mam Tor car park it wasnt too bad so we set off.


The initial walk to the summit of Mam Tor was steep by a stone path,but because we were already fairly high up, not too long. Mam Tor is the site of an Iron Age hillfort although all we could really see was the lines of the defencive ditch that runs fairly close the the summit, Once on the top we could see across towards Edale and Kinder Scout, the start of the Pennine Way. We descended Mam Tor on to opposite side, still on a Stone path to walk along the ridge of the Hill that seperates Edale valley with Hope valley, It was quite breezy here but the views were lovely when the low lying cloud allowed.


As we left Mam Tor, we also left the paved path and we continued along the ridge toward the next climb, a relatively short climb up a rough path, on the Castleton side of this rise we started to see gorse bushes with Pipits flying around the bushes, also skylarks were singing in the air before falling back to the ground. We continued along the ridge, now heading for Back Tor, a hill with a steep cliff face on on side and a small plantation on the other. This was probably the hardest climb due to the steepness of the climb and the rough state of the ground. Now we were on the last part of the outward journey, after a short descent we now started on the climb to the summit of Lose Hill again the path became paved and we finally arrived at the top. Here we could see down to plain where the valley from Edale meets the Hope Valley. The picture at the top was taken form here looking back to Mam Tor with the clouded summit.


Now would have been a good place to take a break and use the shelter of the Plantation we had passed earlier, so back we went along the same path, the descent of ;Back Tor was tricky as apart from the rough terrain it was also getting quite wet, but we reached the plantation and took a deserved break.
We left the plantation and now detoured slightly, my walking trousers, which I found out were not waterproof, were really soaking so we took a path we had seen earlier that ran around the side of the next rise, which, although a little longer, was easier going and we soon reached the start of the paved climb upto the summit of Mam Tor. Having walked up to what were the ramparts of the hill fort, and a very steep climb, we spotted another path which appeared to be going around the summit, so we took that and although muddy going we eventually found ourselves just above the carpark, where we gratefully changed into dryer clothes.


 We then drove down into Castleton for coffee and scones at the cafe we are becoming regulars in. As we drove into Castleton we could look up and see Mam Tor and the ridge we had walked, or we would have been able to see it if it hadnt now been lost to view by the mists.


All in all apart from the weather it was an enjoyable walk and one of the most strenuous we have done, but we made good time taking 3 and half hours to walk the 7 miles (plus a bit more for the detours). I think we walked faster because although the views were very good there was nothing much to stop and look at, so we kept moving a lot more than usual.

Red Kites on the Chiltern trail 08/05/11

If I drive down the M40, one of the best sights is the Red Kites that can be seen in Buckinghamshire. These are easily identifable magnificent birds of prey with forked tails. but the sights of them from the car are too fleeting.
 This weekend I went to London to see the Spurs v Blackpool game, and met a friend after the game who had offered me a bed for the night with himself and his girlfriend in Amerham. aAs they like walking I took my boots with me and on sunday went for a walk on the edge of the Chilterns.
The walk was completely different from the ones we do nearer home, being mainly through gently undulating farmland and through traditional english woodland. As such I am not going to go into detail about the walk itself, however we did see some great birds and also some fun farm animals. The best sights for me were the Kites of which we saw several on the first part of the walk, mostly they were quite high over head but clearly kites due to their silouette. A one point however one was flying very low straight towards us and I would have been able to get a great photo, however I decided to try and get a little video as my camera has a video option, sadly however I faffed about and couldnt get the video working until the kite had passed us by and all I ended up with was a poor still shot, ah well.
A great fun sight was when we were walking toward a field of pigs, they must have heard us approaching and thought we were bring food as they quite literally galloped down the field toward us ears flapping.
Unlikeon  local walk,s after we had walked about 3 miles, we noticed a pub close by so did a little detour and had a snack and a drink at the pub, we then set off to join the route for the final walk back to Amersham. While walking beside a hedgerow, I noticed a bright little bird which I later indentified as a yellowhammer, a bird I havent seen since I was a child.
All in all a nice walk of just over 5 miles, we walked for 4 hours, including pub stop and also saw lots of wild flowers, bluebells, forgetmenots and others, birdwise also saw finches, tits and a buzzard.
Hopefully back to the hills and dales next weekend.
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On the Tolkein Trail 26/03/11

A slightly tenuous to link to JRR but he spent some time near Stonyhurst College, which was on the route walked on saturday.
We started at Hurst Green, a village on the road from Whalley to Longridge. We set off from the village across a couple of field. where it was lovely to see lots of lambs, towards Stonyhurst College, a private school with a long history and several famous ex pupils. On the way we skirted a wood, where many birds could be heard but despite my binoculars I was unable to spot anything although definitely heard a woodpecker and some noisy pheasants. We reached the college by the playing fields and after passing the Observatory, continued on with the main buildings on our left.
 As we left the college behind we crossed a small road and walked up a farm road until we reached a wooded valley, we continued the edge of the wood until we reached a stile which led us onto the wood and down a series of wooden steps until we reach the botton of the valley where we crossed a stream by a wooden bridge. Just by this bridge was a well built stone bridge, which seemed a little out of place, however on checking the area later there seems to have been a mill there many years ago ago, although no trace of this remains.
The stream flowed into the River Hodder, but our route took us uphill by track that lead from the bridge. At the top of the track was a fine house called Hodder Lodge, this was built be the owner of the mill and later passed to Stoneyhurst college and was used as a prep school before it was converted into flats. The track then led down hill and we reached the bank of the Hodder. We now followed the river downsteam passing a weir built to monitor the water flow and also a tree that looked like it was standing on its roots, it reminded me of an Ent from Lord of the Rings.

 I wondered if it was like that when Tolkien was there and gave him the idea for Ents ( trees that walked and spoke). Many birds here but nothing unusual,just tits and finches. We continued to follow the river until we reached the Whalley road where apart from the road bridge there are the remains of an old packhorse bridge the arches are still standing but most of the top has vanished, this is called Cromwell's bridge as he supposedly crossed it with his army on a march from Skipton to Preston.
W now left the river and walked along the road up the hill for a few hundred yards until we climbed a stile and and set off across fields where we could look to our left and see the river stretching back (pictured). we soon reached another tarmaced track which we followed down towards a farm, we crossed the farmyard and left the farm through a gate which found us at t he confluence of the Hodder and the Ribble. A well provided bench was a good place to stop for a bite to eat, but it soon became chilly sitting still, so we continued walking along the bank of the Ribble.
 Lots of birds were darting above us, which I am sure were sand martins, There were lots of sheep and lambs grazing in the fields here and it was quite funny at one point to see all the sheep on the grass and all the lambs down by the river. On the river there were the usual mallards but also I was quite surprised see oystercatchers considering how far from the sea we were and also a pair of Goosander. We soon came to where the river Calder flows into the Ribble, first the Hodder and then the Calder (hotter and colder he he). On the far bank is Hacking Hall, which was built in the early 1700s.
Although the river was flowing quite slowly I was surprised to see a lot of debris in the bushes by the water and also in the shallows, presumable leftover from last years floods, there were also quite a lot of fishermen around (was it salmon season?) Eventually we reached an aquadust which spans the river by three arches, another unusal sight here was a flock of curlews (well they sounded like curlews, never seen a flock of them before though). Just after the aquaduct we left the river and climded through a wood to reach farm fields which lead up the hill and into the carpark of the Shireburn Arms, across the road from where I had parked the car.
The walk, which was about 5 and a half miles took us just a about 4 hours, was for the most part easy going, although the climb at the end pulled on the leg muscles. It was relatively quiet too, we didnt see many other walkers and the ones we did see were going the opposite way. The countryside we walked though made a pleasant change from the Derbyshire Dales.
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An easy walk? 13/03/11

We finally got out on Sunday and as it was the first walk for a while we picked an easyish one. 6 miles with a couple of hills but not too strenuous…or so we thought.
We drove to Tideswell, apparently famous for its church which is called the cathedral of the peaks, and parked a little way out of town at the top of Tideswell dale. Our route took us first along the road which climbed quite steeply until we reached a stile where we headed off through fields, with good views into Millers dale. We soon reached a steep track which we followed down into the dale and the village of Millers Dale itself.
Millers Dale was once an important railway junction and the track and viaducts are now used as part of the Monsal trail. As we entered the village we crossed a bridge over what turned out to be the end of Monks dale ware was flowing over the grass and Mallard were swimming on the water, Blue tits flitted across the water and the sun was shining, it was a lovely morning. We walked a few yards and came to the smallest church, complete with tower that I have seen, it was set against a rock wall and we now climbed a path beside the church to reach the top of the rocks and the entrance to Monks dale
Monks’s Dale, which is a national Nature Reserve, is described in the book as a glorious mile which is more wooded at the end. The author has obviously never visited. The first part of the dale was fairly easy going albeit a bit muddy underfoot and the path followed the stream that flows down the dale and we soon crossed a small bridge to continue into the dale. Limestone outcrops were on the sides and gradually the dale narrowed and became more wooded. However the path started to fade and we found ourselves picking our way over rocks, the line of the path only being indicated by the lack of moss on some of the rocks, the route climbed and fell amongst these rocks and the going was quite tricky (pictured).
 After about half a hour of picking our way gingerly, we began to wonder if we had taken a wrong turn as we hadn’t seen anyone else for quite along time, fortunately a couple of people appeared walking the other way and we at least knew we were on the right track. As well as the rocks we had to negotiate fallen trees and over hanging branches, this must be quite a problem in summer. Eventually the way became easier and eventually we exited the dale into a broad sunlit field, I felt like a character form Lord of the Rings emerging from Moria. Looking back the entrance to the dale looked quite foreboding with the entrance being quite forboding between two rock walls
We had now walked about 2 miles but it had taken us 2 and half hours, so we took a break and we discussed what to do. Having looked at the book and the OS map we decided that following the route would be a bad idea as it could be dark before we finished, so having seen the limestone way marked on the map not too far away we headed for that as it would take us back to Millers dale. A half mile walk up a minor road saw us reach a bridle path which was part of the limestone way and we took this path. This part of he walk was not particularly noteable except for the mass of rabbits we saw, the hillsides seemed to be riddled with warrens.
Once back in Millers dales we set of again on what would have been the last part of the original walk and followed the river Wye. This was a pleasant walk along quite a broad river for the area. The river alternated between weirs and stretches of calm water, we watched mallards aand a heron and spotted a big frog on the verge of the path. We passed the limestone cliffs Ravenstor,and finally reached the bottom of Tideswell Dale, a mostly old quarry. We walked up the dale and at last wearily reached the car park.
I worked out that we walked around 6 to 7 miles in 5 hours which was very slow going even for us. The 6 miles mentioned in the book was actually more like 9 (bad conversion from metric to imperial) and we still have Clee dale to visit which was the actual main aim of the walk, we can probably plan our own route to do the bit some other time, but it wont involve Monkdale thats for sure.

Malham - Simply Awesome 24/10/10

Despite living relatively close to Malham for most of my life and driving around the area quite a bit, I have only ever walked there once, way back when I was still at school. But having got the walking bug it seemed a nice place to go..For the back end of October it was a glorious day albeit a little cold, and so we set of to the Dales.
Having parked in the main carpark and after buying a little map of the area we followed the path out of the village and very soon were walking through farmland. Despite the temperature in the car showing only 6 degrees it really felt quite warm in the sun. The path followed a busy little brook and across the field I could see flocks of birds flying overhead and around a stand of trees. I believe they were Fieldfare which do visit for the winter and they ended up following us for most of the walk.

Soon the path enter a steeply wooded valley with limestone on both sides, a lot coloured green with the lichen growing on it, but also bare crags too, this part of the walk was very busy with quite a number of families on the track, and after a short while the path turned and in front of us was Janet's Foss. this is a waterfall which although not very high was quite dramatic. I believe the name comes from an alleged witch who was supposed to live in a cave behind the fall. After a short stop to admire the falls and take photos (below)
 we followed the path away from the foss and reached a minor road.

Following the road for a few hundred yards we set off along another path leading to Gordale Scar.

We were now entering an impressive limestone valley with bare limestone topped hills on either side. The hills on the left in particular did not need much imagination to see them topped with natural battlements.

 As we walked, the sunlit valley narrowed and with a turn in the path we now saw the dramatic end to the valley. In front of us set in shadowed cliffs was the scar itself, with a waterfall cascading over the rocks and looking above and beyond another fall coming out of through an arch to meet the flood above the main fall. This really is on of the most impressive sight we have seen on our walks.

Now the proper thing to do is to climb up the fall to reached the upper valley but the amount of water made this a foolhardy idea and so reluctantly (at least on my part) we left the scar and retraced our steps back down to the road. I did mention to two women what I thought about climbing the fall, much to their relief I think as the guy they were with seemed determined for them to do the climb and they were definitely not keen. Its definitely something for the summer when the water is a lot less.

Having reached the road we now branched off and started to climb a path which offered great views of the surrounding area as well as the still majestic limestone cover hills. This was a far quieter route than the one to the foss and the scar and we could hear nothing but the sound of nature. After climbing for a liitle while the vista looking back towards Pendle Hil opened up and having found a nice group of rocks, we left the path to sit and take our snack. While we were sat we could still see the flocks of Fieldfare flying off the hills above us to descend into the valley and the farmland.
Continuing onward we followed the path until it reached a minor road and having crossed, climbed a stile and headed toward the top of Malham Cove. Looking north we could see the rounded limestone topped hills of the Watlows which stand over the route from Malham Tarn which has been left for another day, and soon we arrived at the amazing limestone pavement at the top of the Cove.

It really is stunning to see what water has done over the millenia, the patterns on the stone are amazing and in summer it must look even better with the plants and flowers growing in the grykes (flash back to school geography there ) between the stone.
We spent a little time on the top (keeping away from the edge) and admiring the views before starting the descent by man made steps. These led down to the base of the cove where Malham Beck emerges. This is a very popular spot for rock climbers and the Cove had several groups on it. We finally left the Cove behind and followed the path as it led back to the village, where we found a nice place selling food and had a cream tea sat by the beck before returning to the car.
The walk was around 4-5 miles and very busy in parts, the price to pay for such amazing countryside. As usual our pace was sedate and all told we spent almost 5 hours out and about.
I though the white peaks in derbyshire reminded me of this area but they cannot compare, I love the area around Pendle hill, the lake district is beautiful but this surpasses them all. (Hence all the pictures)
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Eldon Hole 10/10/10

Another lovely Autumn day today so we set off to the Village of Peak Forest for a walk that took us past Eldon Hole. We parked on the road from Peak Forest to Old Dam, a small hamlet, and set off walking out of the hamlet and up towards the track that led onto Eldon Hill After an uphill walk that passed a couple of farms the track became a path and as we got onto the lower slope of the hill, we could see a scar on the hillside and headed for it, this is Eldon Hole (pictured) a deep pothole, with plenty of legends about it, which I wont go into here but they make interesting reading. Suffice to say it was thought to be a bottomless entrance to hell although when finally descended was found to be about 230 feet deep.
After visiting the top of the pot we should have retraced our steps back to the path but I though we could take a short cut across the side of the hill, however I was rather out with this idea and we ended climbing almost to the top of the hill before my mistake was pointed out to me We continued on however  and walked along the top of the hill toward the path we should have been on. Although it was a lovely sunny day the wind on the top we very strong, but we managed to find some hillocks to shelter behind and have a short break.
We now walked down to the track we should have been on which had skirted the hill rather than crossed it as we had done and walked up toward a lane at the top of of the track. We then continued down this lane past fields showing evidence of mining, of which there must have been a lot in the past, and eventually reached the Limestone way, having walked for a little while,on the same track we had walked on our first walk from Castleton. We turned away from the path to Castleton and followed the Limestone way for a few hundred yards until we climded a stile and started a short climb near Oxlow hill, lots more evidence of lead mining around here gives quite an unusual landscape, with lots of hillocks and small valleys. It was at this point we met the first people we had seen all walk, we had really had the hills to ourselves, strange on such a lovely day but we were obviously not doing a poular walk.
We soon found ourselves walking down a track where our road was partially blocked by 2 cows and 3 calves that had some how got out of the neighbouring field. This little band escorted us down to track until we reached a gate that we were able to get through but they werent. We now entered a little wood which looked lovely with the sun shining through the gaps in the branches above us, dappled certainly applied to this part of the walk.
 Emerging from the wood we arrived at a farmhouse and after crossing a couple of fields arrived at the road which led back to Old Dam and shortly after to the car.
There isnt much at Peak Forest but as Castleton was quite close we decided to drive there as we were missing the scones that we had been finishing our walks with. In contrast to where we had been Castleton was very busy but we manged to find the scone cafe before it closed for a well desersed snack before setting of home.

The walk was not much more than 4 miles and took us about 3 hours, we made it harder than it should have been with my ill judged short cut but it was very enjoyable and some wonderfull views were to be had when on the top of Eldon, very little in the way of flora or fauna but lots of calves and some oddly striped bulls which on googling appear to be Belted Galloway.

Return to the Dove valley 02/10/10

Having kept a close eye on the weather forecast the last few days, we decided to walk on Saturday this weekend. We went back to the Dove Valley and this time based the walk from Hartington. Hartington is quite a pictureque village further up the Valley from Dovedale where we went last week.
We set out leaving the villlage on a minor road, looking for the route we were planning to follow, somewhere along the road we missed our turn off but we carried on until we reached a farm where we saw a track leading off the road, we followed it and soon found a footpath sign which we then followedup a hillside.
 we walked across several fields with lots of limestone showing on the surface. we could see the line of the river in the valley but it was a lot narrower than further down the valley. We walked along the lower edge of Caldor Low, climbing steadily until the path eventually descended onto farmland.where we walked through a field of cattle with a standing stone in the middle, got to say it looked a bit out of place. The path then came to a minor road which we crossed and the path started to descend again towards Pilsbury Castle.
Pilsbury Castle (pictured) is a series of mounds and ditches behind a limestone crag, apparantly there was a wooden motte and bailey castle there sometime between the conquest and the 13th century, but because no stone was used to build it, its only because of the terrain that you would know (if you knew about castle building) that there was anything actually there. We then took a track that led down to the village of Pilsbury, I use the term village but in reality there is a farm house and a couple of ajoining houses, no cafe, toilets, shops or pub.
The route now tooks us down to the river Dove, which we crossed by a small wooden bridge and came to a track that climbed the other side of the valley. This seemed like a good place to stop and have our food. so we sat on a low wall above the river, but disaster, I had left the bag with the food in the car! Ah well we were over halfway now so nothing to do but to press on.
The route now climbed quite steeply out of the valley over terrain, which in contrast to the limestone of the Derbyside of the valley (we crossed into Staffordshire at the river) was grassy arable land. After climbing the hill we reached a road which we followed for a couple of hundred yeards before entering a farm yard and following a marked path through the farms fields, we climbed several stiles which must be the worst in the area, infact in descending one of these I cracked my shin on one of the stones, very sore but no damage done fortunately.
We then entered a plantation of conifers and made our way through this until the path descended very sharply down to fields which led back to Hartington
The walk was around five miles and took us three and a half hours, with no stop for food (bad me) not really any flora or fauna to report, just a couple of playful rabbits. Apart from losing the path, forgetting the food and cracking my shin it was a pleasant walk although not as much to see as Dovedale itself and considering the rain we had yesterday not too muddy.

Back to the Derbyshire Dales 29/09/10

Dovedale is the southernmost of the Derbyshire Dales, in fact the River Dove forms the border between Derbyshire and Staffordshire. We arrived at a very busy car park, Dovedale is a popular walk so it wasnt suprising to see lots of people there.
After crossing a bridge from near the carpark a path leads up into the dale, the lower part is quite open with limestone exposed hills, Thorpe Cloud being an imposing hill with scree slopes on one side and Bunster Hill on the other.
After short walk past the foot of Thorpe Cloud there are some stepping stones across the river, which is a popular place for a lot of the families who were there. We continued up the dale which was now becoming quite wooded and climbed quite steeply to a point called Lover's leap, from where we got a view of one of the first rock formations in the valley called the 12 Apostles (pictured), a series of rock pillars. shortly followed by Tissington Spires and a rock arch called Reynards cave.
The valley started to narrow and the path went across 2 wooden jetties as the both sides of the valley came right down to the river, soon we reached Lion's head rock (you need a bit of imagination here) then the impressive Ilam rock a tall bare rock pillar ending in a sharp top. Continuing along the path we arrived at the Doveholes two caves with pretty big entrances. The path then continued until we crossed a bridge and arrived at the hamlet of Milldale, 3 miles up the Dale from where we started. This was a good place for a stop and a snack, so we sat by the river and had something to eat and drink.
Setting off again we left the dale and started a sharp, rocky, quite muddy, but thankfully not to long a&climb to reach farmland above the dale and after crossing several fields full of sheep and cattle we arrived at a track that lead down to a minor road. We walked along the road for about a mile as it climbed between farmland, passing one farm where it was nice to see some Shetland (maybe) ponies and suprisingly 2 llama, or Alpaca as it turned out.
We eventually left the road and crossed more farmland as we headed for Bunster Hil,l fortunately we didnt have to climb this but we did traverse the hill about half way up until we reached a "saddle" in the ridge, this was quite a tricky walk across a rocky hillside. Once we crossed the saddle we descended sharply into farmland which we crossed and finally arrived back at the carpark we had started from.
The walk in total was about 7 miles, the longest we have done so far, the dale for the most part was easy walking and apart from the steep climb out of Milldale not bad going at all. Although the dale itself was busy particularly the first part once we left Milldale we saw very few people. It took us 4 and a half hours including the break at Milldale, not bad going for us as we do stop and look around a lot unlike some of the "route marchers" that we see.
Not too many flowers around but thats to be expected at the end of September. There were lots of ducks on the river and hawks in the sky too high to indentify, and more goldfinches, must be a thing about Derbyshire.
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Pennington Flash 05/09/10

Pennington Flash is a Nature Park near Leigh, which consists of a large lake and a number of small ones, all of which were formed due to mining subsidence around 1900. I have visited a few times for a bit of fresh air and a spot birdwatching but have never walked all the way around. I have had a chest infection recently so thought this would be a pleasant walk after a few weeks off.

Pennington is easily reached being quite close to the East Lancs Rd and has several carparks. We parked away from the crowds of duck feeders and set off through woodland on well made paths, lots of late flowers in prominence but as usual unsure of what they were, must buy a book to indentify them. After a while the path reached a farm which we skirted and eventually reached the sailing club on the far side of the main ;lake. The path passed a pretty row of cottages and reached a minor road.
After following the road for a few hundred yards we found the farm track and footpath that led back down towards the lake. Just before the farmhouse there was a stile which we crossed and this took us onto a narrow path with fields on on side and the lake on the other. Again we reached a road but only for a few yards before another stile. The path then led down to the lake side and now followed the lake side for quite some time. This side of the lake is very quiet considering the number of visitors around the main car park areas.
 Eventually the path reached the Leeds and Liverpool canal and we turned to pass the birdwatching hides and the main carpark The path then returned to woodlands before taking us back to the carpark.
All in all a pleasant walk of around 4 miles but very easy going, lots of waterfowl to see on the lake but nothing special although it was nice to see a couple of Great Crested Grebes. It was also quite entertaining watching gulls mobbing coots trying to steal their ;food, fortunately the coots easily evaded the attacks by diving under water.
 No animals were hurt in the making of this walk.

Beacon Fell 08/08/10

I was on my own this time, butI felt I needed some fresh air, so I thought it was better ;not to go off the beaten track, after some consideration I decided to try Beacon Fell country park.
Although the weather wasn't great, it was quite busy, all the paths here are well marked and the walk is mostly through woods. With lots of people about there was not much expectation to see much wild life and I really didnt see anything.
 I followed the paths through the woods and eventually the path reached the top of the fell which is a bit like a tonsure on a monk's;head, woods all around but a clearing at the top. The views from here could have been very good but because of the cloud not a lot could be seen, the higher fells nearby were topped with the cloud (pictured)  and looking over to where the Lakes are, visibilty was poor so nothing to see in that direction either.
Instead of following the indicated route down from the top I decided to walk down through the woods themselves where it was a lot quieter but also quite muddy in places, I could hear woodpeckers but didnt manage to spot any unfortunately. After a while I reached another guided path and followed this back to the carpark.
All in all not the best of walks but it got me outdoors and gave me a bit of exercise, hopefully next time I wont be on my own and will be able to get out into the open country again.

Ironically as I drove home the weather improved a lot, Ah well, this is England.
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Pendle Hill 11/07/10

So after 2 walks in the Peak district, I thought it would be nice to do a walk over Pendle, Pendle always signifies home, as I used to see it everyday when I was growing up and in the words of the song it is still the dearest and grandest old hill in the world, to me.
Just two of us this time and we set off from the carpark in Barley and headed toward the Ogden reservoirs along an uphill track used by the water board (if it is still called that). The track climb past woodland unitl it reached lower Ogden, this used to provide the water for Nelson, I dont know if it still does? the water level was really low, its no surprise there is a hosepipe ban. Continuing on we reached the upper reservoir, almost empty but enough water for a pair of tufted duck. the track now ended and we started following the valley on a rough path eventually reaching a dry stream bed which we crossed and then started looking for a path onto the southern slope of Pendle.

We started up through ferns and soon found a pendle way sign which showed we were on the right track Looking back down the valley towards Ogden it was surprising how much we had already climbed. After a fairly steep start the gradient eased a little as we picked our way over dry stream beds and it was lovely to see the view improve has we rose higher and were able to see over the lower hills. As we got higher we could look to the west and clearly see the Ribble estuary, a hazy Blackpool tower, and in the southwest the dim outline of the north Wales hills.

Eventually we left the streams behind and and walked over mostly grassland until we reached the summit and the trig point. There were a good number of people around at the top who had walked the direct route from Barley and it was nice to see that parents still walk up Pendle with their children. There was a chilly wind on the top but we went a little way down the eastern side of the hill and sat in a sheltered spot for a well deserved snack and a little break. I love the views from here (pictured~), looking down on Barley, the Blackmoss Reservoirs and then over to Nelson and Burnley with the Pennines in the background, or looking northeast to Blacko tower, foulridge reservoir and then north to the start of the Yorkshire Dales with Ingleborough and Pen-y-ghent prominent on the skyline, West to Beacon Fell and the thin glint of the Irish Sea in the distance and all the fields spreadout below. Apart from the view we could watch swallows hunting insects flying just above the ground but below our feet, so different frrom seeing them in the town.

Eventually it was time to make our way down the ";big end", now I understand the need for a man made path to prevent erosion, but it really did make going down hard work but we eventually reached the bottom of the hill and then followed the track back into Barley where we soon found a nice tea shop for the now traditional cream scones.
It was lovely to stand on the top of Pendle again after such a long time, although I was disappointed that there were; not more birds on the moor, a few skylarks and that was it, oh, and another goldfinch when back in Barley. Again saw lots of wild flowers I could not identify but I took photos and will hopefully be able to work out what they were. Again the walk was about five miles but with most of it being uphill it took around 4 hours including the break.