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WEST CRAVEN WAY – Barnoldswick Thornton East Marton.

The friendly people at The Fountain Inn produced a perfect breakfast for a walking day and I was away about 9. Rather a grey start to the day. In the market square the stallholders were setting out their goods, mainly cheap clothing I’m afraid, but there was a fruit and veg stall from where I bought a couple of bananas. Soon I was onto the canal towpath, Leeds-Liverpool, and passing The Anchor Inn. This is an old turnpike inn which later became a canal-side attraction. In its basement cellar is an amazing and unexpected stalactite display.

Anchor Inn cellar.

Anchor Inn cellar.

There were a few boats moored up but no canal traffic. After a short stretch I took to the fields towards Kelbrook Moor and was soon climbing alongside the delightful Lancashire Ghyll with the mighty Pendle Hill and the diminutive Blacko Tower in the background.

The next farm’s warning signs were all too accurate…

The Pendle Way was followed for a short distance, this is a 45mile route I walked over 2 days a few years ago only to find on my completion a note on my car from a ‘countryside warden’ worrying about my whereabouts. He had been on the point of calling out the mountain rescue. It is always a dilemma when you leave your car for a backpacking trip, putting a note on the windscreen advertising your absence has never seemed sensible. I am circumspect now where I park.

The next couple of miles were through rich pastures and not well signed, I was glad of my leaflet’s directions. The way took me towards Lothersdale, a whole new world of rough moorland fields. This was the perfect territory for Lapwings/Peewits displaying their wavering flight and plaintive call. Trying to photograph one in flight was almost impossible.

To the west Earby town lay below and Weets Hill dwarfed Barnoldswick at its foot.

Weets Hill, Barnoldswick and Earby.

Weets Hill, Barnoldswick and Earby.

Dodgson Lane followed a clough down the hill and into the farmyard of an isolated and abandoned property. This was in an idyllic situation but with no suitable track to it has so far escaped the developer’s eye. The area here is steeped in old farming traditions, the stone walls a testament to their labours and everywhere reminders of the past.

The pretty village of Thornton was a contrast to the moors. Here I joined The Pennine Way [walked 50 years ago as a teenager with a heavy pack and tent]  I was now back into the lush farmland and met a farmer, the only person encountered today, checking his fences. We chatted of old times, his older than mine, shared acquaintances and places. These people are a pleasure to spend time with and full of local knowledge and worldly wisdom. A short stretch back on the Leeds – Liverpool canal and I was back in East Marton. I had time to look around St. Peters Church, with a Norman tower, which I had never visited.  Apparently in the churchyard there are memorials to some of the navvies who built the canal – but I couldn’t spot any. The next disappointment was that The Cross Keys pub in the village was closed for refurbishment. At least there were no notes on my car windscreen.

I’ve enjoyed this varied walking route and stayed dry for the trip, although the sun was shy and those cold winds persist. I am surprised that no one else seems to be out on the long-distance trails.

WEST CRAVEN WAY – East Marton Bracewell Barnoldswick.

Pendle, Longridge Fell and Bowland from Weets Hill.

The West Craven Way is described as  “a dramatic walk through some of Lancashire and North Yorkshire’s most beautiful countryside”  by Pendle Borough who produce a leaflet and internet download of the route. 24 miles in two halves, I decided to start at East Marton anti clockwise on the western half, spend the night in Barnoldswick [just off route] and complete the eastern section the following day.Z WCWCaptureA rainy morning delayed my start from E. Marton but with an improving forecast I was soon wandering up the lane to the impressive 17th century Ingthorpe Grange. Met a man using the metal coat hanger water diviner trick trying to discover the blocked drains causing flooding to the track. Hope he was successful. The rolling countryside hereabouts apparently is mainly composed of drumlins, deposited by the last ice age, overlying the limestone – very picturesque in the sunshine. The lanes here have an antiquity about them… Passed by Marton Scar, a limestone outcrop, alas too low for any climbing. I do wonder about the environmental impact of some of the modern farming practices, all too  common in the area, is this really necessary… Tracks wound through fields full of sheep and lambs to enter the old hamlet of Horton, now mainly gentrified farms and barns. Crossing the busy A59 was not easy. A lazy stream, Stock Beck… …was followed into another small hamlet, Bracewell, where the second person I met was in the garden of the old post office. He was proud of his village and pointed out the plaque on the wall stating it was originally built in 1867 for the village school master. with funds from the sale of an organ and collections in church.Opposite was the church with its Norman tower and I sheltered from the wind in its porch for a snack. A little further on I passed through what appeared to be a motor cycle scramble circuit, agricultural diversification, god knows what the noise and disturbance will be like on a race day.Narrow lanes and fields took me towards Weets Hill where I joined The Pennine Bridleway up to an isolated house on the shoulder from where I couldn’t resist the climb to the top at 397m. Here I met my third person of the day, an elderly fell runner enjoying the sunny weather. One gets a 360 degree view from here [Pendle, Longridge Fell, Bowland, Three Peaks, Barden Moor, Kelbrook Moors and Boulsworth Hill.] all a little hazy today and as the wind was ferocious I didn’t hang about.

Weets Hill with Ingleborough in the hazy distance

Weets Hill with Ingleborough in the hazy distance.

Along the ridge was a house with giant heads, why? I found some lovely little paths down from the hill and into the former mill town of Barnoldswick. The terraced houses harp back to that period but now there is Rolls Royce, Silent Night, smaller industries and a remaining textile mill.  Barlick, as the locals know it, was once in Yorkshire but was transferred to Lancashire in 1972. As one wanders in this area you are never sure of which county you are in.

I would like to give a big thanks to Fountain Inn, my accommodation for the night, lovely people –  great ales – good supper – comfy room – spot on breakfast.   http://fountaininnbarnoldswick.com/

AIN’T NO SUNSHINE.

Stonyhurst College.

                                                                                Stonyhurst College.

Sunday mornings can be depressing when you wake up to rain and dull weather. This tune came into my head and I couldn’t get rid of it all day.  Listen whilst reading…

So I was late setting off to do a walk – felt I had to have some exercise once the rain eased. Most of my walks up Longridge Fell are from the NW side where I live but as the wind was from that direction today I decided on an approach from the gentle south side. Parked up near the Bailey Arms in Hurst Green. There is a lovely path that drops down to and then follows Dean Brook past several old Bobbin Mills. As one walks beside the stream there is ample evidence of diversions to form mill races. These have been cut into the soft sandstone and give an evocative view of life here in the past.

A little further up the dean over to the right is a small former quarry, Sand Rock, where a few years ago Simon and I climbed an E2 5c route up the middle of the main cliff. Looking at it today it looks desperate and in need of a clean, but there would be some possibility of bouldering on this face. [Robin please note].

Anyhow today that wasn’t high on my objectives, I was happy just to harvest some wild garlic leaves for supper tonight. The path crosses a bridge where I often played poo sticks with my children and then grandchildren. Climbing out of the valley you come to the 16th-century hunting lodge of the Shireburn family, original occupants of Stoneyhurst, its buttressed structure evidence to its longevity.  An adjoining building functions as a camping barn.

The track continued with views up to the fell.

Passing Crowshaw Quarry, [scene of some recent bouldering exploits] over the road and into the trees of Longridge Fell. There has been a lot of felling recently because of the Rhizosphaera needle-cast fungus. The hillside looks like the Somme battlefield. But everywhere new life is springing up with baby trees, will they be fungus free?

Up through the woods to near Green Thorn farm, where there are some magnificent beech trees. This is the one I want to climb  – if you have read Robert Macfarlane’s The Wild Places you will know what I mean.

I didn’t go up to the trig point today but headed for ‘Sam’s Best View’, a northern view over the Chipping valley to the Bowland Fells. A shaft of sunlight pierced the sky whilst I was there. Back south down through the trees to emerge onto the road and then a footpath I have never been on. I ended up lost, misplaced in the garden of Fell Side Farm. With no help from any waymarks, I made my way down a delightful small valley which brought me out onto the road heading to Stonyhurst College. The college was founded in 1593, and located at Stonyhurst Hall in 1794. Today it provides expensive boarding and day education to approximately 450 boys and girls. The church of St. Peter’s was open today and I was able to view the interior and the stained-glass windows.

A stroll through fields below the cricket pitch brought me out next to the Alms Houses in Hurst Green, These were originally built on Longridge Fell at Kemple End but ‘moved’ to the village after the war.

So despite the poor weather and lack of sunshine, this little walk provided a few hours’ diversion, I hardly saw anyone on the fell, which is unusual.

More of the same.

The forecast was encouraging – warm, sunny with little wind. Perfect for a day’s climbing at this time of year. We could have tossed a coin or made an informed decision as to where to climb. We didn’t really succeed with either – a few clouds seemed to sway the team away from the good open higher climbing on Robin Proctor’s Scar to the low level South Giggleswick Scar. We were last here a couple of weeks ago, time for a change really. A couple of teams were already on the crag and as we arrived late the temperature was already rising. Now I can’t complain about belaying in the sun – but why here. It’s a winter crag after all and we are now in mid May. Did four decent routes, couldn’t be bothered with the last scrappy one, actually I thought  the whole place was scrappy today. I found the routes hard and fingery, struggled to stay in contact and certainly couldn’t have led them in my present state of unfitness.  On the positive side it was great to be out with good friends Dave and Rod as I’ve hardly climbed at all this last year – it showed!  We caught up with all our news and adventures. They are already planning climbing trips abroad but after today’s effort I just can’t raise my enthusiasm at this moment in time.

For the record –

Rawhide 5+

Bonanza 5

No Wavering 6a

Bramble Jelly 6a

High on 'No Wavering'

High on ‘No Wavering’

ANGLES WAY – 8. Hopton to Knettishall Heath.

Our last day was only a short stroll to finish the route. Hopton Fen was circled on paths, and from then on, we kept to small lanes. One was lined with lilac trees, creating a unique aromatic feature. The Horse Chestnut candles were also blooming.

We were blessed with a beautiful, warm, clear morning to enjoy our leisurely stroll, cuckoos were calling, calves were sunning themselves, and all felt right with the world.

Passing small estate houses on a driveway, we emerged in front of a grand Georgian country house, which turned out to be Riddlesworth Hall, a boarding school built in 1792. Achieved fame from Princess Dianne attending as a pupil, it still appears to be a very privileged institution. Our path was ‘quite rightly’ diverted around the grounds – we were a bit scruffy after all. On the lane leading to the Heath we recrossed the Little Ouse for the last time, a man from the Environmental Agency was donning waders to do some sampling of invertebrates, nice work on a day like today. he had some lovely Water Boatmen. A path through the heath took us to the start of the Peddars Way and the end of the Angles Way. Mission accomplished – we had completed the circuit of paths. A lift took us into Thetford and lunch before our rail journeys home. Whilst eating, we enquired at the next table as to the whereabouts of the station – it was not close and all a bit complicated. No problem, later we were presented with an accurate hand-drawn map on a serviette. With this delicate navigational aid, we located the rail station and proceeded on our separate ways. Can the OS match this…

So what of the ANGLES WAY?

Well, it served its purpose for our annual reunion walk, graded easier each year. Good to meet up with Mel and share the pleasures of the walk.

The walking was of an easy standard [as planned] and the days were readily accomplished with good accommodation each night. All our overnight villages were of interest and we were able to eat well and drink good ales.

Each day, the fen scenery was expansive under those massive skies.  The flowers and trees were superb, and the variety of birds we casually saw was impressive. A walk made for naturalists. We must have missed so much more. The weather was, on the whole, kind to us.

Where next year Mel?

ANGLES WAY – 7. Diss to Hopton.

The walk through Diss was interesting with lots of old premises and in the centre, a large mere with its quota of ducks, what a great asset to a town.A delightful lane led out of town through Royden Fen with some fantastic cottages which would be a delight to live in. Meadows full of sheep, gorse covered heaths and thatched cottages made for great walking.SAM_2010 Yet another church demanded attention. St. Mary at Wortham. St. Mary has the largest round tower in England dating from Saxon times, 10 metres across. Round towers seem to be an East Anglian speciality. Inside the pews are worth a look, their bench ends are carved into various figures illustrating apparently the 104th psalm, dating from the 1890s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Open fields and ditches seemed an ideal habitat for cowslipsSheep and lambs were everywhere though none of the typical Suffolk breed. This one, no 3, had a multicoloured dream coat…A wonderful stretch through Redgrave Fen reserve took us to the watershed between the Waveney and the Ouse. You can hardly believe that these sluggish streams become great rivers. We then passed large pig farms and even larger industrial poultry farms [factories].  A well-preserved windmill at Thelnetham also demanded some close attention but unfortunately not operating today.

The dark clouds blowing in produced a heavy shower before we reached our excellent B&B at Hopton. The local pub, The Vine, served some great ales and cooked us a fantastic meal. Thanks. These little rural inns need all the support and mention they can get.

ANGLES WAY – 6. Harleston to Diss.

The weather forecast for today didn’t look good – gales and heavy rain. Set off with hope and by the end of the day we were wind-battered but dry, most of the rain blew through. That is often the case when you decide to go in the face of a poor forecast.

The morning was on good paths with glimpses of the river. Midway we climbed up to the pretty village of Brackish and yet another interesting church. This has been a feature of this walk –  the number of historic churches.

The afternoon in the valley was rather disappointing as we never got close enough to the river, although two swans were spotted on the nest and hobbies were flying low over the fields.

On the way into Diss several restored manor houses were passed – they look in the million-pound class.

Another old inn, The Saracens Head, gave us a fine nights lodging with the obligatory sloping and creaking floors.

ANGLES WAY – 2. Fritton to Oulton Broad.

Late setting off after our award-winning breakfast.

Whilst walking on heathland between the marshes we came across a sluggish slow worm,  a beautifully marked legless lizard.

sam_1749-e1431204904196Next stop was Ashby Church, a 13th century thatched construction with a semi-detached hexagonal tower. Whilst there chatted to a bloke who had recently walked part of the Lycian Way, a long route I completed a few years ago.

Quiet lanes took us through the extensive lands of Somerleyton Hall with all its attractive estate buildings, these estates must have employed thousands in their heyday. The hall itself was viewed from a distance. sam_1765-e1431206065113SAM_1764That school looks a great place for learning…

In the village there was a sculpture to commemorate the invention of the Hovercraft by Sir Christopher Cockerell in 1959, he used the local river for testing purposes. Round the corner was The Dukes Head pub, a quick pint was enjoyed in the sunshine. That evening they were expecting 90 rugby players for supper – best not to dwell on that.

In the nearby marina on the River Waveney people were sprucing up their boats for the season.

Another change of scenery and we were walking in trees alongside Blundeston Marshes. A dog Fox watched us from a 100yds, that was the closest we got. My pictures were of too poor quality. Further on there was a heronry above us. On the next lane, we were pleased to see where we were walking –

The route skirted affluent Oulton adjacent to the waterways which were thronged with boats on this beautiful sunny day. The sole accommodation next to Oulton Broad had only expensive doubles, so we caught the train into nearby Lowestoft for a seafront B&B [The Beach House] amongst all the stag and hen parties.

 

ANGLES WAY – 1. Great Yarmouth to Fritton.

The journey down here was long and arduous, bus and three trains across country taking nearly 9 hours. Some of the scenery past Peterborough was as flat and dull as anywhere in the UK. I was so fatigued mentally that I succumbed to hailing a taxi for the 500yd stretch from Great Yarmouth station to Premier Inn where I was meeting my old mate Mel for our annual walking trip. This motel/restaurant has only been open a couple of months but already seems to have become a favourite with the locals. We enjoyed our pre-walk stay and slept well. The Angles Way runs for 77miles from Great Yarmouth to Knettishall Heath [recently extended to Thetford] and would complete our circuit of the area – Peddars Way, North Norfolk Coastal Path and the Weavers Way.

After a first-class breakfast we set off in the cool morning following the waymarks from the train station, through the crumbling outskirts ……  how many letterboxes can you fit into a door.

We joined the dog walkers alongside Breydon Water. This stretch of water looked rather desolate with no present-day shipping. Across the water we could see Berney Windmill which we had passed on the Weavers Way a few years ago. The reed beds sounded full of warblers, how I would like to see a Reed Warbler and even more so a Bearded Tit.sam_1692-e1431186007669

Next, it was from a Roman Fort, Burgh Castle, surprisingly large preserved walls …sam_1703-e1431186393451 … via a waterside pub …… to a Saxon Church at Fritton with some stunning wall paintings.

Our excellent b&b in Fritton was run by a chirpy Cockney and the friendly pub opposite, the Decoy Tavern, provided good basic grub.

ANGLES WAY – 5. Bungay to Harleston.

Heavy overnight rain was easing off as we set off and soon we were in a gale-force wind on the plateau of the disused Flixton wartime airfield. The American Air Force used this as a bombing base and were in support of the Normandy landings. Bits of runway appeared below the now agricultural use – extensive fields of wheat and rape.
It was hard going in the strong wind and we were glad to reach the relative shelter of country lanes in the Waveney valley. Ahead of us were some working sand/gravel pits which are quite common in the area, the numerous fishing lakes bear witness to this. In an adjoining field, archaeologists were sifting through the sand, they find continuous signs of occupation from the Iron Age, through Roman times to the medieval.  The painstaking work is being carried out before the quarry may expand, didn’t look very inviting in this morning’s weather. As we walked into Homersfield I was attracted to a wooden totem pole carved by Mark Goldsworthy, a local artist, depicting a man in a fishing boat and the words “I dreamed of a beautiful woman who carried me away”. This is a reference to Roman Times when the river Waveney was called Alveron which means ‘beautiful woman’.   The striking sculpture stands on what was once the river bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Further into the village, we passed the ‘picturesque’ Barnfield cottages built-in 1925 for elderly estate workers.

On past the houses around the village green we happened upon the pub for a pint where we were the only customers.  The place has been gentrified with an expensive restaurant possibly to the detriment of the locals drinking, one can see why rural premises are in decline.SAM_1915

More interesting walking on paths in riverside fields and woods followed, the wind didn’t abate. The wild garlic reminded me of a recipe I want to try when I get home.  ‘poached egg on a bed of steamed garlic leaves with buttered new potatoes’

The River Waveney was crossed at Mendham where there was a more friendly pub. A final rise crested in the head-on gale to approach the new developments on the outskirts of Harleston. This turned out to be a pleasant old market town to spend the evening in, our 450 years old coaching inn, The Swan, creaked at every step.

ANGLES WAY – 4. Beccles to Bungay.

Beccles to Bungay sounds like something from a 50’s comic.

Mr Wetherspoon cooked us a lovely breakfast for £2.99.

Wandering through the back streets of Beccles was interesting as several lanes heading down to the river were named  ‘Score’.  A lady resident suggested this was related to the scores made by dragging goods up from the boats.

Out of town, we passed the ghost-ridden Roos Hall and its haunted ancient Nelson Oak, where local miscreants were hung. After that we needed some relaxing walking and the fields full of birdsong leading to the scattered hamlet of  Shipmeadow provided it.

The high plateaux (30ft!) of wheat fields were rather boring but soon we were on the outskirts of Bungay with its prominent church tower visible. The Angles Way, however, does a large loop here and it was several hours before we reached our destination. This included a break by an old watermill at Wainford a walk past a quiet May fair in Ditchingham with some fine old vehicles on show some stunningly situated rural houses by the river and a steep climb (unique in these parts) and a pint brewed on the premises of The Queens Head, Earsham.On arriving at our B&B we were worried about the apparent absence of any sign of life, sitting around for a while and when just about to phone out came the lady from no 9 who was expecting us – we were outside no 8, the wrong house.  Embarrassing.

The weather throughout the day was bright and sunny, perfect.

ANGLES WAY. – 3. Oulton to Beccles.

Beccles Marina.

 

Horrendous weather this morning, rain and wind, it is a Bank Holiday after all. We spent the morning in the dry, drinking coffee until the skies cleared. Chatting to our host we heard all about the horrors of being flooded out a couple of years ago, he has just reopened and is still struggling with his insurance claim. By lunchtime, the winds eased and the sun shone. From the station, we were straight into a drab holiday complex and further on the remnants of one from another era. Shortly afterwards we came across signs closing the Angles Way path alongside the River Waveney, not what we wanted to see. Not fancying the complex diversion we climbed over the barriers and risked getting out the other end. The works were mainly cosmetic, we caused no damage and enjoyed our lonely tramp. Highlights were a close encounter with a Marsh Harrier, a Hobby darting past and a sight of a Reed Warbler.  Swans were nesting on the fen –

– and the Marsh Marigolds were in full bloom. The river glided past with a few pleasure boats just about overtaking us. For 6 miles we saw no one on the path, this seems to be the norm in these parts – very sparsely populated.  When we did encounter people we realised Beccles was just around the corner, its church tower visible above the trees. Boats seemed to go right into the centre of the town, it had previously been a busy port. Georgian houses lined the streets leading up to the market square and church with its separate tower. SAM_1828Stayed in The Kings Head which turned out to be a Wetherspoon’s operation. The room was great but the bar/restaurant far too busy in the evening with noisy revellers so we slunk off to a nearby curry house.