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Down Gill Banks
Wednesday predicted to become hotter, we set off mid-morning on the reverse of a suggested short walk. Beginning at Garden Terrace, we paid more attention to Mill Dam and the pinfold. Known locally as the pound, it was used to confine stray animals until the 1870’s. We crossed Mowings Lane to Beckside Road up a privet-lined snicket onto Old Hall Road, passing Chandlers Cottages and Candlewyck.…
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The Scenic Line (Grange-Over-Sands)
Cumbria joined the English heatwave on the Tuesday. Feeling delicate and anxious amidst hot weather alerts, Phil entreated me not to fret about things outside our control. After checking public transport, we decided on the scenic train line, dawdled to Ulverston station, got tickets and free water from the booth and awaited the next service for a short but pretty stretch of coast. At…
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Hoad Hill (Ulverston)
A Saturday train journey signalled the start of a midsummer trip to the South Lakes coast. Running over two bridges for the connection at Preston with luggage leaving us breathless, we plonked on seats next to a pair of women leisurely eating sushi. They were replaced at Lancaster by a crowd of drinkers. Feeling hemmed in and anxious, I concentrated on gorgeous scenery beyond the window.…
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White Lee Gander
Fighting tiredness the first Sunday in June, we left the house just as a shower descended. Doubting we’d get far, we dawdled up Fountain Street, garlanded with orange, gold and pink roses, and onto the aqueduct. Wagtails flitted in profusive growth on the makeshift island. A flock of swallows flew overhead, accompanied by the call of a mystery bird. Across Blackpit Lock, insects lazed on oxeye…
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Tripping Round Strines Bridge
The penultimate Friday of May stunning, we made a trip to Strines Bridge. The woman next door, recovering from a nasty illness, sat beside us at the stop awaiting a bus to the garden centre. Three services due, a fellow passenger raged because the first one wasn’t hers. ‘Read the board!’ I hissed through gritted teeth. The 586 was next and full. Schoolboys with scrawled shirts inhabited the back.…
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Blowing Hot and Cold (Nutclough, Hirst/Hurst and Dodnaze Woodland)
Sunday of the Spring Bank weekend 2025 was Phil’s only chance for an outing. We set off in uninviting wind to hunt wild irises in Nutclough. Up the street, rhododendron blossoms lay grounded by violent gusts. Garden clearance exposed archaic mounting steps. A woman pulled luggage up The Buttress. ‘To the top?’ I enquired. ‘Yes, no need for the gym.’ ‘Definitely not.’ On Hangingroyd Lane, we…
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Sunday, Sunday (Lee Wood, Midgehole and Heptonstall)
A mid-November Sunday walk began on Hangingroyd Close, where residents stood in the middle of the road tutting at recent tree surgery. The Buttress busy with weekenders, an unsuitably attired couple carrying shopping bags confoundedly climbed a dodgy incline the other side of Lee Wood Road. Down the winding lane, mushy fungi invaded felled trunks while scarlet holly berries and flourishing…
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Easy Does It (Blackshaw Head to The Ragley)
Sleeplessness leading to lethargy on a bright March Wednesday, we took an easy ride to Blackshaw Head. A sizeable queue for the bus signified the previous one hadn’t turned up. A man said it broke down and a group of women that they’d waited hours which I doubted. Inevitably late, the service alarmingly disappeared from the display but appeared soon after. Arriving at Blackshaw Head chapel, we…
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Magical Wood (Horsehold to Callis)
The summerlike feeling lasting until the end of April, we foraged in the co-op for reduced wraps and leaky raspberries before a Sunday walk. On Neptune Bridge, we paused to observe tall dandelions and frondy ferns swaying above the canal and consider options. Despite feeling weird due to sleep issues, I complied with Phil’s desire to climb Horsehold Road. Slowly slogging up, a passing French…
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Summer in April (Colden and Eaves)
An unseasonably warm day in early April, we caught the 596 to Edge Lane. Slightly early for once, the jovial driver smiled: ‘One way? Walking?’ ‘Yes, slowly,’ I confirmed. The bus emptied in Heptonstall and we rode quietly passed ripening fields and new lambs. On alighting, we paused to rectify a camera issue when a friend appeared. She was returning from her nearby allotment after planting Swiss…
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Waylaid to Lendal 2 (Riverside and Lendal Bridge)
Thursday began with a better viewing of St. Cuthbert’s. Amidst a mishmash of styles, the sunny morning highlighted a leaning tower, a war memorial in the form of an inscribed wooden cross and defaced gargoyles. Phil amusingly posed in front of a tiny door before we headed inside. A woman immediately jumped up from her seat to provide an overview and invite us to look round. The main part of the…
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Waylaid to Lendal 1 (Yorkshire Museum and Gardens)
Despite a steely cloud-covered sky and a cold wind, Wednesday defied forecasts to stay bright and dry. The very select St Leonard’s hospice charity shop briefly waylaid us on the way to town. At Peaseholme Green, we went up Aldwark which proved quite a coincidence, and Bedern, to go in the Hall. Information folders, photos and a helpful woman, filled in historical details. After the Vicar’s…
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Knaresborough Interlude
Grey clouds augured wind and rain on the Tuesday. We left the flat earlier than usual and walked quickly to the station where roadworks blocked pavements. Checking times and obtaining tickets from a real person in the travel centre, we crossed to platform 8 and sat on the train until it departed. Extensive rail sidings and farmland slid by through streaky windows. In Knaresborough, we slogged up…
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York City Wall Walk (Red Tower to Lendal)
Monday, we walked the city wall from the Red Tower to Lendal, disembarking at every bar, we explored some of the distinct character of the environs of each. Starting at Foss Islands, we were sidetracked by a large charity shop in the extensive retail park. Both floors of the store highly curated, we came out empty-handed, glanced in the big Gregg’s, became trapped in the endless carpark, and…
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Sunday Service (York Churches)
On the Sunday, we were momentarily diverted by Native American buskers on Parliament Street on the way to All Saints Pavement. Inside the church, a combination of printed leaflets and verbal information from a feoffee (sort of trustee), educated us on its history and features. Possibly rebuilt in the 12th and 14th centuries, an Anglo-Danish grave cover harked back to 10th century origins.…
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Foss Islands to York Castle
To learn more of its rich history, we booked a longer stay in York late March. After a hassle-free Friday afternoon train journey, we fumbled gaining access to the apartment but once settled, had a pleasant stay. We stocked up at the basic nearby Asda, ate dinner then walked down Layerthorpe, past lairy Bumblebee and stormtrooper figures outside the self-storage unit, to the Black Swan. Even…
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Shrogg Clough and Mytholmroyd
June 2025, we set off for Mytholmroyd via Park Lane. A couple purposefully strode up Wood Top Road. We dallied, enjoying greenery, light and shade, and petrichor scents. Passing grazing ewes in the pasture, we continued to the corner of Wood Hey Lane for Phil to briefly fly the drone in the gusts, while I surveyed the old dyeworks and associated pond. Turning left, a plethora of pretty flowers…
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