Martin on Cnicht

Martin on Cnicht

Friday, 18 November 2016

Wednesday 16 November 2016 – 36 Degrees, Stage 2 – Burscough Bridge to Adlington

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For this second stage of John P’s much vaunted ‘36 Degrees’ walk (see here for Stage 1), John and I were picked up by Nick in Adlington and driven to Westhoughton Station, where Bernard joined us. The locals here have a novel method of releasing cows whose heads get stuck in fences.

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After a train ride, and welcome coffee in Burscough Bridge, we set off in light rain along the towpath of the Leeds & Liverpool Canal.

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We soon turned north, up the Rufford Branch of the canal, the last of the autumn colours still illuminating an otherwise grey day.

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After leaving the canal at Prescot Bridge, we soon crossed Eller Brook at Wham Bridge and passed a deserted airfield.

The rain was intermittent, the paths were flat, and sometimes tarmacked.

We passed a house that has recently been acquired by one of John's friends for use as a barber's shop. We gave him a cup of coffee and some medicine before continuing merrily on our way.

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Shortly afterwards, Bernard was found negotiating a particularly dense section of East Lancashire Jungle.

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On the ascent of Harrock Hill we raced past a disused artefact of the Industrial Revolution. Our leader was anxious to press on. There were worries of a finish in the dark!

There was however time for a group photo.

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Here's the view in the other direction (north) from the same point near Hill House Fold.

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Winter Hill was now looming through the mist ahead of us, but one o’ clock had been and gone, as had the M6 motorway, beyond which we made progress to a point where the noise was reduced. A couple of pallets were spotted, making an excellent base for lunch, where we all sat next to each other, with four different views.

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Nick’s new dog, Buster, was soon brought to heel, and we continued past a smart plaque near Chisnall Hall Jubilee Wood.

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By the time we reached Bogburn Hall Farm, Nick had sold Buster to a passing hobo and our very own Hoarse Whisperer found a friend on whom to practice his not inconsiderable skills.

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It was a day of showers, with occasional sunshine. John and Nick broke into a run after a pot of gold was spotted. Bernard was rooted to the spot. He could see two pots of gold and was unable to decide which one to aim for.

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A little later, we negotiated a tricky entry to a field. Bernard fell in. Then we had to return the same way as the footpath had been diverted and there was no other way of escaping from the field. Bernard fell in again.

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John proceeded to give a masterclass in finding his way to Holt Farm.

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After this series of tricky manoeuvres, we all headed in increasing gloom down a diverted path to an al fresco tea stop in John's back garden. At this point the walk could be subtitled ‘0 Degrees’.

Soon we were on our way again in another sharp shower, before long finding our way back to where my car was parked in Adlington.

Here’s our route: 25 km, 300 metres ascent, in 6.5 hours. Click on the image to see a larger version.

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There’s a captioned slideshow (34 images) here.

That was a nice walk. Very jolly.

1 comment:

Sir Hugh said...

Pity your rainbow was too late to enter for the Countryfile Calendar competition, or perhaps, like me, you are not a great fan of Mat Baker. Maybe next year?