Wednesday 3 July 2019 - Werneth Low with SWOG

 

I enjoyed a morning walk around Werneth Low on 7 June this year, and an evening saunter from Compstall on 21 August 2012. The 2012 report includes  some useful information that I won't repeat here, other than to point out that 'Low' is an ancient North English word for 'hill'.

 

The visit described here was another evening walk with Stockport Walking & Outdoors Group (SWOG), on a lovely summer's evening when 33 people turned up.

 

Setting off from the Grapes, we soon reached the Visitor Centre and entrance to Werneth Low Country Park, and the climb to the War Memorial.

 

The views were much clearer than on 7 June, and Les's route, whilst shorter than mine, kept to higher ground. There were good views to Longdendale, and towards Glossop and the western fringes of the Peak District.

 

In the next picture, you can see our excellent path stretching into the distance.

 

Glossop, and the Snake Pass, are somewhere over here:

 

There were a few stiles along the short route. This made going a bit pedestrian at times, but at least it gave some of the slower folk a chance to catch up.

 

The evening light, looking across towards Harrop Edge, was lovely.

 

We seem to be in a 'Foxglove' period.

 

Les's route briefly coincided with mine, as we passed a familiar hostelry - the Hare and Hounds - very busy on the warm evening.

 

As the sun went down, we descended a pleasant path back to the Grapes, and its Unicorn bitter and comfy beer garden at the back of the pub.

 

Click on any image for a better version and a scrolling slideshow.

 

It was all very convivial outside the pub, whilst the sun slowly disappeared from view, though by this time I was too busy rehydrating to bother with taking any more photos.

 

Here's our route - 6.5 km, with about 150 metres ascent, taking us a very leisurely hour and three quarters. Thanks go to Les for planning an excellent and most appropriate route.

 

Before I close, I should mention that it was a delight to hear swifts in the neighbourhood whilst I was in the garden in Timperley this morning. For many years we have enjoyed their company here, from 8 May, when they arrive, to late July, when they disperse. They have nested under our eaves. That is, until this year. Our regular visitors failed to turn up, and on return from the TGO Challenge there were just a few swifts in the area. Those soon disappeared - presumably to join a larger group elsewhere. So it was lovely to see them here today. We just hope they return in greater numbers next year.

Pyrenees HRP - 2004 - Day 0

 

Sue and Martin's Big Adventure

 

Day 0 - Sunday 25 July 2004

Postcard Summary

Stansted to Hendaye-Plage
Lovely summers day, superb beach. What a lovely start! A taxi from the airport to a campsite only yards from the huge beach. Soon, swimming for me and dipping some toes for Martin. Lots of people trying to surf on tiny waves! Pleasant walk along the beach then shopping for last two maps required. Another meal outside before a night in the tent, where you could hear the waves.
 

Diary Entry (by Sue)
Both awake around 6am. Made a sandwich, ate toast and tea, read Jake a story and left at 7.45. In contrast to yesterday, it was 13°C and raining. It didn't take long to drive round the M25 and M11 to Stansted, and the Astra was left at the Car Hire Returns at 8.30. At least we could shoulder our rucksacks, which we did during our short walk to the terminal building.

The next few hours were spent queuing- first for our flights, then into the departure lounge, then onto the aircraft (Boeing 737-800). The only part out of a queue was drinking the first few sips of a large tea, whilst Bob Geldof strolled past, which saw the last of our English change used up.

The Ryanair flight briefing was entertaining - we were told that the flashing light on the life jacket was in case we landed on a disco, and those caught smoking would be sent outside the aircraft, where the movie showing was 'Gone With The Wind'.

The clouds dispersed and it was a sunny 24°C in Biarritz, where we landed just five minutes behind schedule. The next bus was at 5.30, but because it only went as far as St Jean de Luz, it was no good, so a taxi was the alternative. The Mercedes cruised the twenty or so miles to Hendaye-Plage for €55, and the great bonus was that we were on the Campsite Alturan at 3.30, with the tent pitched by 4pm. The site is on quite a slope, but there are level terraces divided by hedges and lines of trees, providing useful shade on the hot day.

The sea can be seen and heard from our pitch. My bikini was on, and it wasn't long before I was cartwheeling down the beach and plunging into the swell. It was fairly warm, so I was in for a while. The huge beach, with its distinctive rocks at one end, was heaving with people enjoying the hot weather. Surfers were also prominent but the surf wasn't high. We strolled along the edge of the waves all the way to the end of the beach, and back round past the harbour to the centre, locating the Residence Croisière, where the HRP and GR10 long distance trails both start. In these streets, away from the breeze, it felt scorching.

We returned to the site for a shower, then bought camping gas in the site shop, and the two remaining maps, and postcards, in the stationers.

Then had dinner at Chez Kaké. Beers, omelettes, salad, fish with rice, with cheese with cherries for Martin, and tarte tatin for me; all went down well sitting outside. The tide was well in as we returned, but there were still people on the beach at 8.45pm.

Apart from the sea we hear, the roar of aircraft engines occurs occasionally, as there is a local Spanish airport and the planes come in over the beach and near to the campsite. We sit outside, writing this diary and looking at the flower book. Turn in, quite tired, soon after 9.30. (Clocks have gone one hour forward, it's only 8.30 at home.)

Hendaye.
We envisaged this might be a run down sort of place, but were pleased to find a busy seaside and harbour town, with flowers on streets and on the roundabouts, and a definite holiday resort feel.

Sent our first text message to Kate; it seems to work.



Lazing at Alturan campsite

 

Hendaye-Plage town centre

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High Society!

 

Eagley Jazz Club provided another evening of entertainment, this time from the High Society Jazz Band, who are based in North Lancashire and had not played at the club before.

With a number of familiar classics and a pint of White Witch, I found this evening most enjoyable, as did Sue, and we were also pleased to discover that Reg and Saro had an enjoyable holiday in Kandersteg.

Monday 1 July 2019 - A Bike Ride to Pennington Flash

 

On an overcast morning I enjoyed a rare outing on Stumpy, on my own, to Pennington Flash.

 

The Loopline and Busway to Leigh, then a return to the Bridgewater Canal, got me to the Flash in an hour and three quarters. Hard work due to a persistent head wind.

 

Readers may recognise the familiar bench at the Flash, where my flask of tea and banana were most welcome.

 

We plan to come here on 3 August for the 9 am parkrun, so I decided to try out the canal towpath for the route home. My memory of this towpath is one of a very slow, muddy experience. Today, given the recent dry weather, I didn't expect that - just some long grass and hardened ruts. But I was wrong about that.

 

Here's the bridge on the Leeds and Liverpool Canal, into which the Bridgewater Canal morphs in Leigh, where you turn down the hill to the Flash.

 

Looking in the direction of Leigh, red clover covers the verges of the firm gravel track just now.

 

Continuing on along the towpath beyond Leigh, the track remained unexpectedly solid. It's good to see that the necessary crossing of a water supply over the canal has been embellished with a useful footbridge.

 

Now then, what about that muddy/rutty towpath to Worsley? It has gone. There's an excellent cycle path all the way to Worsley and beyond. In fact, it now goes all the way to beyond Seamons Moss Bridge in Altrincham.

 

They haven't quite finished this section to Worsley, as the final non slip, frost resistant gravel finish needs to be applied to the tarmac, and the information boards need to be inserted. It was great to ride along today.

 

On the approach to Worsley the canal takes on an orange hue. Near here are the twin entrances to the Duke of Bridgewater's underground canal tunnels - the reason for the canal's existence. The orange colour is due to the water coming from the mines containing traces of iron ore.

 

The route from Timperley via the loopline was 29 km, taking me 1.75 hours. Returning via the towpath, the lower of the two routes shown below, was 27 km, and ten minutes quicker.

 

 

As usual, click on the images for better versions or a slideshow. And don't forget to turn up at Timperley Bridge (or elsewhere on the towpath, which will be our route that day) at 6.45 on 3 August if you'd like to join the 'parkrun tourists' on their visit to Pennington Flash.

Saturday 29 June 2019 - Wythenshawe parkrun number 397 and a few Bits and Pieces

 

This pavlova didn't last long... thanks Cary.

 

I've been ploughing a furrow between Timperley and Mike and Sarah's new home in East Didsbury recently. (The hedge project.) It's entirely off road if you use the canal towpath and the Trans Pennine Trail. Sadly, in the Chorlton area where I used to live, someone has taken exception to the signage. I hope it's replaced soon, together with another sign that has been completely destroyed.

 

 

On Friday afternoon we took delivery of Jacob and Jessica, who proceeded to try to enhance their reputations as 'Little Monkeys'. Jess can now get right across the bars. She sometimes falls off - grandma rescues her, but granddad says it's good 'landing practice'. Jacob looks on - "been there, done that".

 

DFYB = 'Don't Forget Your Barcode'. Jacob hadn't forgotten his barcode, but when it came to the crunch he preferred running away from grandma to running 5 kilometres with granddad.

 

Meanwhile, Andy was delivering his brief to another clutch of first timers. He grows more like Oliver each week.

 

It was a bit warm for running, so many of us took it pretty gently. There were 366 participants, with plenty of room in the finishing funnel for those below who took about 25 minutes. The full results are here.

 

The Little Monkeys cheered me on and joined me in the café afterwards. There's a table tennis table in the courtyard that kept them entertained whilst Owen teased and sundry stalwarts helped to sort the finish tokens.

 

It was good to spend an hour or two with our parkrunning friends, and the Little Monkeys were later collected by mum and dad, who reported:

 

"These monkeys are shattered after a sleepover with Grandparents!"

 

Friday 28 June 2019 - Around Hoylake, and a visit to Hilbre Island

 

This was a walk taken from Jen Darling's 'More Pub Walks in Cheshire and Wirral'. Five of us - me, Cary, Jeanette, Paul and Laura assembled in Hale for a ride in P&J's Espace, to Royden Park (SJ 246 858) at Frankby near Hoylake.

 

It was a lovely, cloudless day. Soon after our 10am departure following an hour's drive, we passed a very active riding school where there were signposts to the 'Nose Bag Cafe'. Unable to resist the temptation, we sought out the refreshments from the café, which turned out to be the Larton Café.

 

(NB - for a slideshow, just click on an image and then scroll through the pictures.)

 

Various paths, mainly beside fields of crops such as broad beans, took us all the way to Hoylake.

 

En route, we passed China Plate Farm.

 

The coat of arms, the date of 1753, and the initials TIE appear on a plaque on the farmhouse, the plaque appearing to comprise a china plate.

 

Further on, after crossing several stiles, we discovered that not all of them were in current use.

 

Next to Kings Gap, in Hoylake, the Green Lodge Hotel could be worth a visit on a day when the weather was not so clement.

 

Kings Gap, to the right of the hotel, was apparently the route taken by the Royal escort for the purpose of boarding ships when Hoylake was a port from which armies sailed to Ireland.

 

In bygone days, when a giant sandbank created a deep water anchorage for sea going vessels, Hoylake was used by armies, such as the army of 10,000 men who in 1690 sailed to win the Battle of the Boyne under the command of William III - an event often blamed for the 'Troubles' in Northern Ireland.

 

Our route turned left, passing impressive houses on the right, including this old lighthouse that has been incorporated into a private residence, and the prestigious Royal Liverpool Golf Course on the left, before reaching the beach.

 

The sands here are extensive. We went over to Hilbre Point for a look at Red Rocks, which appear below as a black smudge in the middle distance.

 

Here are the rest of the team on Hilbre Point.

 

Hilbre Island looked a long way off, but it was just 2 km across the firm sands left by the receding tide.

 

The sand was beautifully textured in places.

 

The next picture was taken as we were getting close to the island.

 

There were some puddles to negotiate. Cary paddled, the rest of us jumped.

 

Once on the island it's a short walk past fading Thrift and vibrant Bird's-foot Trefoil (amongst numerous wild flowers) to a sheltered picnic spot at the far end of the island in view of the inquisitive seal population. There were slightly hazy views to the skyscrapers of Liverpool in one direction, and the mountains of North Wales in the other direction.

 

The remains of a building and a boat ramp indicate that this may once, a long time ago, have been a lifeboat station.

 

We strolled back past the red rocks of Hilbre Island.

Hilbre Island does in fact incorporate a series of islands. We took a direct line to West Kirby, via the next island, imaginatively named 'Little Hilbre Island' - in view across a sandy causeway.

 

The walk along South Parade in West Kirby could have been varied by walking around the Marine Lake, but we were glad to be out of the stiff breeze, and most of us appreciated an ice cream.

 

We continued along the coast by way of a lovely woodland path, The Wirral Way, that follows the course of a disused railway. Calm, warm, green and very lush in here.

 

Eventually we turned away from the coast to return to our starting point via the pretty village of Caldy, reached via a lovely sandstone track bordered by a high wall.

 

There's a war memorial next to the church, and an impressive old house the other side of the church.

The remainder of the route took us along pleasant bridleways through mixed woodland and past impressive 'footballers' mansions'. My companions for the day kindly posed for me in the sun dappled light of Stapledon Wood, from where easy paths led back to Royden Park via a short break to finish our provisions and for Jeanette to receive a back massage.

 

Here's our route (click on the map for a bigger version). It was a shade over 20 km, with 150 metres ascent, taking us well under six hours, including breaks.

 

A lovely day out. Thanks for your company, folks. There will be a short walk around Styal next Friday, but I won't be organising one the following Friday.