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With the rest of our 'GM Ringway' team having other commitments, it was just me, Sue and Rick who assembled at Manchester Piccadilly for the 9:46 train to Bramhall, on a lovely sunny morning.
Once in Bramhall, soon after 10am, we succumbed to the charms of Valentino Café before returning past the War Memorial (above - topical in that we are currently noting the passage of 80 years since VE Day, and I've also been reading 'The Dictionary of Lost Words' by Pip Williams) to the start of the day's route along Benja Fold and past some once idyllic thatched cottages.
We then followed the woodland path along the Carrwood Brook valley, all the way to Bramhall Park, which we also passed through on Stage 3 of the walk.
Looking down from beside the hall, to the path we used on Stage 3
The route that we mistakenly took on Stage 3 was then followed into Happy Valley and beyond.
Sue succeeds with a team selfie
We followed the signed route, confident now that we would soon emerge from the path that we took on our version of Stage 3.
After a lengthy chat with a dog walker who sees many folk doing the 'GM' trail (and there were others doing it today), we found ourselves on dry field paths heading towards a busy road.
After a short time on the busy road, we took a good path that led to the newish A555 Airport Eastern Link Road. Thankfully our path went under the motorway type road and after a while reached another busy road - London Road North.
Immediately across this road was the sanctuary of Poynton Pool, where I'd been with SWOG a couple of days earlier.
We'd hoped for a lunch bench, but that had been taken by a couple of chaps who we'd seen on the train and who were doing the same walk as us. It turned out that they are 'Trail Guardians' for one of the stages further around this anti-clockwise route around Manchester.
Whereas the SWOG members local to Poynton had said nothing on Wednesday about the Pool's terrapins, a local couple pointed them out to us. There were four at this spot, and more further along the bankside. They were sunbathing in the hot weather. They are thought to be descendants of escaped pets, and have lived here for many years.
The idyllic place is home to some very large fish (a large shark-like monster was touring the lake!) and a variety of birds including several families of coots, great-crested grebes, tufted ducks, the ubiquitous mallards and moorhens, and a family of swans. Nice looking yellow irises, as well.
The shady path was a delight. It was disturbing to hear that the local council has plans to remove many of the trees and upgrade this perfectly adequate path.
We did eventually find a perfect lunch bench, after which we continued around the pond to reach a fine signpost at the junction with the Prince's Incline. It's hard to imagine this place once being a highly industrial mining area. The incline was built for carts to transport coal from the mines to the canals and other means of transport for its onward journey.
Looking down the incline towards Poynton
Continuing towards the Ladybrook Valley, we passed fields dense with buttercups, and copses laden with white blossom.
We unfortunately missed the off-route delights of Norbury Hollow. Perhaps we should investigate those when we do Stage 5 on June 11.
On arrival at Middlewood Station we discovered that there was no earlier train than our planned 15:18 back to Piccadilly. It was just after 2pm; we had completed stage 4 in about four hours, including stops. So we strolled along the Middlewood Way for less than a kilometre to reach the main A6 road, where we were lucky to find a bus stop, and two minutes later a bus to Stockport and a short wait for a train to Navigation Road and a walk home to Timperley. The Stockport station coffee etc was far inferior to the earlier delights of Valentino Café in Bramhall.
Leaving the Middlewood Way
Including the last bit along the Middlewood Way, we walked about 14km, with about 150 metres ascent. Here's the route. It was truly delightful and comes highly recommended.
I then needed antibiotics for a cat scratch. I was not looking forward to a wrestling match with the NHS, but after a call to 111, then a consultation by phone with a doctor, antibiotics were prescribed and I picked them up from our chemist about 45 minutes after the initial call. My fears were unfounded.