Monday, September 16, 2019

Lodge Moor, Ringinglow, Whirlow, and Abbeydale Industrial Hamlet

It's Heritage Open Days this week when many historic sites have free admission. Today it was free to visit the Abbeydale Industrial Hamlet, somewhere I'd never visited previously, and so I planned a walk which would finish off with a visit there.

I travelled to the bus terminus at Lodge Moor - it was possibly the worst bus journey I've ever experienced. The bus was full to capacity, mainly with children going to school, the traffic in Sheffield city centre was gridlocked and we didn't move at all for several minutes. When the bus stopped to let off one solitary passenger the driver didn't allow anyone else to get on; one of the older children waiting at the bus stop swore at the driver and then kicked and punched the bus. At two more stops further along the route the driver wouldn't let people on because their passes weren't valid, and so more arguments, abuse, and delay followed...and then, to cap it all, a large disabled woman in a rather heavy motorised scooter got on the bus. It took her a long time to manoeuvre her vehicle into a secure spot, even moreso because she had several bags hanging off at the side which kept getting caught on things. I was ready for some walking when I got off that bus.

I walked across to Ringinglow, unfortunately quite a bit of the way was along the road.

According to the toposcope on Fulwood Lane, situated at 1055 foot above sea level the most distant landmark you're able to see from there is Lincoln Cathedral, 43 miles away. I definitely couldn't make it out on the horizon; I think it would need exceptionally clear visibility to do so.

I headed down Limb Valley and hoped to find the path that goes across the fields to Hathersage Road. I found the path alright but then followed two women with six dogs through the woods and ended coming out at Whirlowbrook Hall. I could still easily reach the Abbeydale Industrial Village from here though, I just had to walk a little further down Limb Lane.

I spent about half an hour looking round the industrial hamlet and then went in the cafe for a pot of tea and a toasted teacake - the service was rather slow.

It was quite a short walk today; I didn't know how long I'd need to spend at the industrial hamlet and so didn't want to get there too late in the afternoon...and this has been my fourth walk in five days and so I wanted to take things a bit easy.

On my way back to railway station at Sheffield I called at the Moor Market for some scones and some salmon bellies. 

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Tideswell, Peak Forest, Old Dam, and Castleton

I travelled to Tideswell today, it's a large picturesque village with plenty of things to take pictures of, well worth the forty minutes wait at the bus station at Sheffield.

After spending a bit of time taking photographs I headed out to the west towards the Pennine Bridleway.

I then dropped down into Peter Dale, Hay Dale, and finally Dam Dale before arriving at Peak Forest.

Just before reaching Dam Dale Farm there was a hillside covered with purple scabious: I didn't notice any butterflies on the flowers [many of which were dead by now] but there were about a dozen on the footpath in front of me. After a lot of trial and error I did manage to get a decent photograph.

There are a lot of paths on the approach to Peak Forest, at several locations I had a choice of routes to reach the main road which goes through the village.

I don't think I'd previously walked up the lane from Old Dam to Sweetknoll, I then continued over the top to Castleton.

At 3:15 on a Sunday Afternoon there are usually two buses going to Sheffield by different routes waiting in the small bus station at Castleton - I caught the earliest to depart, the 272 going via Fox House.

Friday, September 13, 2019

Taddington, Litton Mill, Cressbrook, Wardlow, Rowland, Hassop, and Baslow

Recently some new trains have been added to the Northern Rail fleet and I travelled on one of them this morning going to Sheffield. As we approached the station at Sheffield the guard was shouting for people to move out of the way because she couldn't open the doors from the compartment at the back so she had to walk up through the carriage to the nearest set of doors...where I was standing, ready to get off. It was still a few seconds until the train would be stationary at the platform and so I mentioned to her that the new trains are nice, quiet, comfortable, and with more legroom than the older trains.

She replied by saying, "Oh yes, they're very nice for the passengers."
"So they're not nice for the staff then?" I said.
Her response was that she was covered in bruises. She didn't add anything else though because she was then busy opening the doors.

A few minutes later at the bus station I took part in a rather longer conversation with a middle aged Chinese couple whose English wasn't very good. I really struggled to get them to understand that when they'd be catching the bus from Chatsworth House back to Sheffield they could get on whichever number 218 bus arrived, irrespective if it showed 'Sheffield' or 'Bakewell' on the destination blind; their tickets would be valid - it's just that the bus going via Bakewell takes fifteen minutes longer for the journey.

I got on the Bakewell bus and then caught the TransPeak service to Taddington.

This was the only photograph I took in the village today.

I headed off in a northeasterly direction towards Litton Mill - there were two steep descents and two steep climbs back up. I'd only been walking for a few minutes when I had an equipment failure - the sole on my left boot came loose. I was able to do a fairly good makeshift repair with a sock and a piece of string which I always have in my rucksack for these such contingencies. Fortunately today's walk wasn't difficult and so there were no safety concerns. The boots only cost me a few pounds from a charity shop and so there's no great financial loss.

As I was checking the route down to Litton Mill I noticed that in the margin of my map it reads 'Toddington 2 km or 1 mile ' rather than 'Taddington' as it should be. Maybe if I point out this error to the Ordnance Survey I'll get a new free map when it's re-printed.

When I crossed the footbridge to reach Litton Mill I saw several large trout in the river.

I walked along the riverside concessionary footpath to Cressbrook and then took the higher level route up the valley and across to Wardlow.

From Wardlow I went the most direct route to Baslow; my bus didn't show up and I had to wait for twenty five minutes for the next one.

On the way I passed this pretty cottage at Rowland.

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Wakefield, Stanley Ferry, Bottom Boat, Lee Moor, Lofthouse, and Outwood

I didn't have enough time to go walking in the Peak District today because I needed to get back home by 5:30. So it's been a fairly local walk with my brother that finished with a quite short train journey of thirty five minutes, and as it was, I actually arrived home with nearly three hours to spare.

I met up with my brother at Wakefield Westgate Railway Station and we walked through the city centre - I caught this quick glimpse of the cathedral spire as we approached the building.

We walked down to the footpath that goes alongside the towpath of the Aire and Calder Navigation [at this point the towpath is closed] - until we reached Stanley Ferry.

There's an attractive covered walkway at the side of the Stanley Ferry Inn but the gates were locked and weren't due to be opened until the pub opened a few minutes later at 10:30 so we had to double back and go the long way round over the road bridge.

We then walked along the bank of the River Calder for a few minutes - along this stretch I noticed some tomato plants growing on the riverbank. We headed north, keeping to the east of Stanley before arriving at Bottom Boat and then heading across the fields to Lee Moor.

The way north to Lofthouse required that I study the map once or twice, but the route up and over the now landscaped former spoilheap of Lofthouse Colliery was well signposted. As we approached the country park which is now there I stopped for a pee but my brother continued walking, hoping to catch his train back home to Thurnscoe from the nearby railway station at Outwood.

Although you can't see any in either of the two photographs I've included, I was surprised to see that there's heather growing at the top of the spoilheap.

My brother must have caught his train because he wasn't on the platform when I got there. I had over twenty minutes to wait for my train to Doncaster; I spent about half of that time fiddling with my camera - the power button had got stuck and I needed to use the nib of my pen to release it.

Saturday, September 7, 2019

Edensor, Alport, Youlgreave, Over Haddon, Ashford in the Water, and Bakewell

I travelled to Edensor today and walked through Chatsworth Park and over Calton Pastures towards Haddon Hall.

There are a lot of pretty and unusual cottages to photograph at Edensor, and the church seems to be always open.

I was fortunate to get a quite close-up view of the Chatsworth deer - my camera couldn't cope very well though and this was the best image of the lot.

The footpath that passes close to Haddon Hall doesn't give you a good view of the building; a much better view is obtained by climbing up the hill at the other side of the road, as I did as I walked along the footpath going to Alport.

I did manage to take a photograph of the gatehouse though as I passed by on the road.

For the first time that I can remember I walked along part of Bradford Dale from east to west and then climbed up the hill to Youlgreave. I always take a picture of this pretty bridge.

I followed the sign from the main road in the village to the Peak Feast Cafe for a pot of tea and some shortbread. There's also a charming tea garden at Over Haddon with lovely views from the terrace which I haven't managed to visit yet; I passed it today, and it is on my list.

There are no direct footpaths, or even a road from Over Haddon to Ashford in the Water so I had to go northwest across the fields and then northeast down the Kirk Dale road.

Quite often I'll finish a walk at Ashford and then catch the bus into Bakewell - I would have had over an hour to wait today and so continued the rest of the way to Bakewell, from where I caught a bus and a train back home to Doncaster.