Goldthorpe, Phoenix Park, Frickley Park, Moorhouse, Markham Grange Garden Centre, and Woodlands

When I checked last night the weather forecast for Doncaster was a bit better than it was for Bakewell and so I caught the Barnsley bus and travelled to Goldthorpe. The concrete Italianate church there is unique in the country, I think.

I started the walk by climbing up to the summit of Phoenix Park.

I continued heading north until I reached the road that links Clayton and Hooton Pagnell. The path continues to Frickley Park and beyond to the former station house at Moorhouse. 

The dandelions in the field won't be lasting very long since the farmer was spraying them with a chemical; I made sure I kept well clear.

I followed the path that uses the disused railway line and then took another path which goes to Moorhouse. After walking along the road for a few yards there's a bridleway which climbs up to a road and then a footpath continues across the fields to Hampole Wood. I got lost in the wood, there are a lot of paths, both official and unofficial. I had to re-trace my steps, but soon picked up my regular route going towards Pickburn though. I didn't go to Pickburn on my way to the end of the walk at Woodlands today, instead I walked up the road to Markham Grange Garden Centre and had the latest scone I've ever eaten at the cafe there.

Ranskill, Serlby, Harworth Industrial Estate, Styrrup, and Tickhill

I travelled on the local bus from Doncaster to Ranskill and walked along Blyth Road until I reached a country lane leading towards one of the back entrances to Serlby Park Golf Club.

 

I then joined my first footpath of the walk, heading north towards Serlby, a tiny estate village.

I continued along the road to the southern edge of Harworth Industrial Estate and then turned left and went down the lane to Styrrup.

I finished the walk by taking the footpath that goes across Styrrup Hall Golf Course and then continues over to Tickhill.

Edensor to Bakewell

I got off the bus at Edensor and spent several minutes taking photos in the village; I always take a lot of photographs at Edensor if the weather's nice.

The dustbins in the village are small, only eighteen inches square, but the green bins, used for re-cycling or maybe garden waste, are tiny.

I headed south, going across the parkland and then the fringes of Calton Pastures before passing through woodland and looping round to Bakewell, planning the longest route I could find to stretch out the walk. I approached Bakewell from the south, using the footpath that stays quite close to the River Wye; its water level was the highest I've ever seen it.