Thursday 12th November.  6.5 miles.  Slaidburn.

My vitamin D is topped up as I’ve been in sunshine most of the day, a bonus for November and I made sure I got away a little earlier so that I would finish before dark. During the current lockdown I have imposed upon myself a maximum distance of 15 miles [30 minutes] car travel for the purpose of subsequent exercise, I hope that is reasonable particularly into the sparsely populated countryside north and east of me. Today I travelled a shade over 13 miles to Slaidburn. I had been expecting to park outside the village because it has been so popular recently but on arrival the car park was virtually empty. I’d joined some of those red dashed lines on the map to give a circuit to the east of Stocks Reservoir I hadn’t walked before.

Yesterday was Armistice Day and the memorial was appropriately decorated.

From the old bridge over Croasdale Brook I headed out towards Hammerton Hall.

An incident happened here many years ago but is still fresh in my memory. Alan and I were returning from a circuit of Stocks Reservoir and chatting away, arrived at the ford leading straight to a farm in the village. Without consulting the map we just waded through maybe a foot of water knowing we had dry gear in the car. The farmer was leaning on his gate watching us but said nothing until we were well through. A voice then boomed out “you can’t come this way, it’s not the path. It’s on the other side”  Sure enough we should have stayed on the far bank down to the bridge. He showed no compassion so back we trudged through the river certain we could hear faint chuckling.

Over an even older and graceful Holmehead Bridge, past the falls on Barn Gill.

And there was Hammerton Hall on a prominent position above the River Hodder.  It is a large three-gabled Elizabeth house [1600] standing on the site of a 12th century house and incorporating parts of it. Its south facade gives a fine display of mullioned windows. Once the home of the  Hamerton family, a wealthy medieval family who are reputed to have been able to ride from Slaidburn to York (approx. 50 miles) on their own land!
Unfortunately, they lost most of their wealth and power when Sir Stephen de Hamerton joined Abbot Paslew of Whalley in the Pilgrimage of Grace of 1536. This was a protest against Henry VIII’s proposed dissolution of the monasteries. Sir Stephen was executed for treason in 1537.

My arrival at the next farm, Black House, coincided with a window cleaner, for some reason I found it incongruous that he would be out in such a remote spot. We exchanged pleasantries, he was from Colne and had a large rural area to cover. Farmers down country lanes are vulnerable to theft, and he has taken years to build up their confidence. He went on to talk about churches that he works on, for free, again I never really considered the cleaning of all that stained-glass. I walked on whistling George Formby’s favourite – ‘When I’m cleaning windows’

Along the elevated farm lane I had good views of Stocks Reservoir and Bowland Knotts behind although this wasn’t the purpose of the day.

At the end of the farm lane I came out onto tarmac opposite the small Dalehead Chapel. When the reservoir was constructed back in the 30s Stocks-in-Bowland village was engulfed, On the lake bed are remains of cottages, shops, an inn and a school but the church of St. James was dismantled and rebuilt here above the waters on the edge of Gisburn Forest. I sat on the church steps enjoying the sun.

It was easy to walk past my turn off into the forest, so I had to double back along the road to find it. I plunged into the woods for a short distance but then followed a farm track past a barn down to another isolated farm Brook House Green. The usual collection of huts and rubbish surrounded an interesting house with a date stone of 1761.


I always meant to put the engine back in…

I’ll gloss over the next half mile of pathless, reedy and boggy ground to arrive at Higher Stony Bank, another 17th century house. Along the road a man was exercising his large Irish Wolfhound on his own rough plantation. He, not the dog, was eager to chat about how he had bought the land and was planting it up with wild flowers and trees. “Best view in Bowland“…

Asking where I was from and where I was going he also said he had bought Pikefield Plantation, my next destination. This is a  group of trees on a prominent hill in the heart of this countryside. His parents ashes were up there and as his mother had been an archaeologist he had constructed a tumulus. What will future historians make of that? I often do wonder about people who leave litter in the countryside but this had me baffled…

The way back to Slaidburn was complicated through small fields with awkward stiles and poor waymarking. I battled on. Slaidburn remained hidden in the folds of the hills until the last moments.

How much can you get from a 6-mile walk?


11 thoughts on “ANOTHER SIDE TO STOCKS.

  1. 5000milewalk

    It’s hard to think how they managed to lose a wheelchair… perhaps a miraculous recovery?

    You’re getting into some controversial 17th century politics there BC, saying Stephen de Hamerton‘s loss of wealth and power was unfortunate!!! With a Norman name his family presumably stole the land shortly after 1066 in the first place!… Wounds run deep!🤣😂🤣

    1. bowlandclimber

      We have enough problems with today’s politics without worrying about what came before. But no, I agree with your perceptive socialistic comment.
      Stephen de Hamerton haunts the area in a wheelchair looking for his lost head and lands,

  2. shazza

    Wow looks a good walk, though probably one we would easily get lost doing. Such beautiful houses too. A girl I went to school with lived at Hammerton Hall, though I wasn’t friends enough to be invited back. Which is a shame as we both actually lived in crumbling old halls. Hammerton looks much nicer I think. Love the Irish wolfhound. He looks gorgeous, though unfortunately is just the type of dog our Hugo wouldn’t like, as he hates any pooch bigger than him. Very baffling! Thanks for posting.

    1. bowlandclimber

      Thanks for reading!
      You wouldn’t get lost on the main trails around Stocks.
      The hall has so many windows on the outside but apparently inside there is a spiral stone staircase, a real wow. What a shame you didn’t get a sleep over.
      That hound was as soft as anything.


    Years ago I read a book called The Complete Practical Joker. The author insisted that the consummate joker has no desire to see the outcome, rather sit back and muse about the possibilities. That was exampled by a chap who bought at an auction a Victorian dentist’s chair decked with many levers and attachments. He had it crated up and invented an address at the other side of the world and shipped it off, then sat back having a good chuckle at all the people who would be inconvenienced by having to handle this monstrosity and all to no avail, and then pondering about some dramatic finale as to its fate. Perhaps a joker left the wheelchair there just to get passers-by going?


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