Sue and Martin in Mallorca 2019

Sue and Martin in Mallorca 2019
On the Archduke's Path in Mallorca

Tuesday, 3 September 2019

Pyrenees HRP - 2004 - Day 23

Descending towards Lac des Gloriettes
 
Sue and Martin's Big Adventure
 
Day 23 - Tuesday 17 August 2004 - Stage 18

Postcard Summary (on yesterday's card)
Gavarnie to Héas
Very slow walk in atrocious weather – 8.25 hours, 18 km, 1150m ascent
A complete contrast to yesterday’s weather, today being our worst day for weather yet.  At least we had been forewarned by the forecast in Gavarnie.  We battled our way through driving rain up to 2,430 metres and back down again to Héas.  It was very slow as Julie is not properly equipped for this sort of trip and has things she doesn’t need.  Luckily the next two days are short ones.
 
Diary Entry (by Martin)
Intermittent rain overnight. Respite in the morning whilst we packed up, but by 8.15, when ready to go - deluge. Backpackers huddled under a horse canopy and in the washrooms. Torrential rain. A poor start for Julie. It eased and at 8.50 we set off up to Espuguettes.
 
Limited views of the Cirque due to low cloud, but our route over Hourquette d'Alans (2430 metres) was easy and clear. Another respite, then more torrential rain - this theme continued until 4.30.
 
Refuge des Espuguettes was reached after 2 hours, but things slowed thereafter. We saw a woman carrying a large puffball. Julie is carrying too much, and has my Phreerunner tent attached to the back of her stuffed full 65 litre rucksack. We ascend at less than 5 metres per minute - a bit of a problem. I go on to the col - 12.00 - and brew up with what water I have. Sue and Julie arrive 20 minutes later and help drink the tea. Sue cold from walking so slowly. Slowest by far of trip to date. Descend to around 2000 metres from the col (Hourquette d'Alans) for a lunch of baguettes and tomatoes and pâté in torrential rain with no shelter. Lots of marmots and wheatears are out laughing at us.
 
Day walkers in shorts and ponchos zoom past as we drop to Lac des Gloriettes - a lake dammed in 1952. 3.30. From there it's a short road walk down to the D922, where it finally stopped raining, and on up to Héas by soon after 5 pm.
 
Hot chocolate at the refuge, free camping and nice toilets. Still very overcast, but we were able to cook in comfort, hopefully reducing some weight, and we all enjoyed a full meal. A memory lapse on my part re telling Julie to bring 2 days' food means we overstocked yesterday and are carrying far too much for this section. Even the mountain mix seems to be bulging beyond its original one kilo.
 
It's a very quiet hamlet, and whilst I write this in fading light, Sue and Julie have gone to look at the local chapel. I am in pain due to a back strain incurred when lifting my rucksack after lunch - it's quite heavy today, and I was cold. We declined a lift on the road down from the impressive looking (from below) dam. The weather at that point was foul. 9 pm and time to turn in. Good views of Cirque d'Estaubé when it cleared - fresh snow high up.
 
By Sue - Julie and I visited Héas chapel after dinner. Warm, with the scent of candles in different coloured pots. Lovely stained glass windows and cross-shaped chapel. Nearby, a tiny packhorse bridge, beneath which the river was partly diverted, perhaps for irrigation?
 
Stats and route (Viewranger):
19 km, 1150 metres ascent, 8.25 hours

 
 

Monday, 2 September 2019

Saturday 31 August 2019 - The Manchester Ship Canal - Our First Cruise

 
Jack, from SWOG, had kindly arranged this outing many months ago. It's very popular and has to be booked a long time in advance.
 
Sue and I got the tram to Media City UK on an overcast morning, and crossed over the bridge by the BBC studios in Salford Quays, from which the top picture of Salford Quays was taken. Compare this with the last image from the day, far below.
 
A bus took us from the War Museum to the Royal Iris's berth, where I guess about 400 people, including 20 or so of our SWOG friends, embarked for the cruise.
 
It was something of a surprise to bump into old friends, Ian and Caroline, not least because they live in Essex. We spent a very enjoyable day in their company and that of the SWOG contingent.
 
The cruise took six hours or so over the 35 miles of the Ship Canal plus 5 miles across the Mersey estuary to Pier Head in Liverpool.
 
Starting through Mode Wheel Locks, we received the benefit of a commentary that was far too detailed to repeat in its entirety here, even if I could remember the content.
 
However, it was clear that the first bridge was not part of the original canal infrastructure when it opened in 1894 after seven years of construction. This is the Centenary Bridge, opened in 1994 (hence its name), a 'lift bridge', whereas the original bridges were swing bridges.
 
 
Barton Swing Aqueduct, shown below in the background, and Barton Road Swing Bridge were the next two landmarks where we held up traffic on the Bridgewater Canal and Barton Road respectively. The road bridge is frequently crossed on our bike rides. The Swing Aqueduct weighs about 1400 tons, of which 800 tons is water retained on the bridge when it swings open. It replaced Brindley's original aqueduct over the River Irwell, which had to be much diverted during the construction of the canal.
 
 
There's a new 'lift bridge' to serve the Trafford Centre next to  Barton High Level Bridge which houses the M60 motorway. These are seen below, looking back from our cruise ship, with the lift bridge still raised following our passage.
 
 
Barton Locks came next - the second of five locks that bring the canal down from 35 metres above sea level in Salford.
 
 
It was quite chilly. I was glad of my down jacket. Here's a group of shivering SWOGgers.
 
 
Irlam Locks were accompanied by a spot of rain. We stayed indoors with coffees all round.
 
 
Cap'n Jack was first out as we passed under more bridges, including Warburton High Level Bridge, which currently has a 12p toll, and rush hour queues for those travelling between Lymm and Irlam.
 
 
The Thelwall High Level Bridge carries the M6 over the ship canal. When it opened in 1963, at 4414 feet it was the longest motorway bridge in England. In 1995 a second, completely separate, bridge was opened to carry the southbound carriageway. This is 4500 feet in length. The original bridge carries northbound traffic. The bridges are open-sided to avoid snow building up in winter, but that design can have a catastrophic effect on high sided vehicles in strong winds.
 
This picture shows the two separate bridges that you don't really notice when driving over the bridge.
 
 
There are several ferry boats that operate for local crossings of the canal. The one shown below is just a small rowing boat. It has to be rowed in a figure of eight direction to contend with the current.
 
 
At frequent intervals along the canal are dredging stations. Dredgers operate to maintain the canal, and presumably the dredging points enable the 'dredgings' to be taken to landfill sites. 
 
 
The sun came out, and we enjoyed more coffee with Ian and Caroline.
 
 
We are familiar with the Moore Lane Swing Bridge, which we cross on our bike rides to Phoenix Park and Norton Priory.
 
 
Fiddler's Ferry Power Station then comes into view.
 
 
Apparently this old boat, Loach, was derelict until recently. It is now a fully renovated grain barge.
 
 
We passed under the concrete carriageway of the new Mersey Gateway Bridge, which was then seen from a distance as it crosses the Mersey Estuary.
 

There's an ancient church at West Bank, just across the Mersey, which at the time we passed by had a higher water level than the canal. In places the barrier between the estuary and the canal amounts to little more than a watertight fence. Elsewhere, a narrow spit of land allows sheep to graze. As we passed at high tide some of the sheep seemed to be somewhat stranded in the water!
 
 
The old Runcorn Silver Jubilee Bridge, in the foreground below, and the nearby Runcorn Rail Bridge, are the last bridges under which the canal passes. The former is now open to bicycles and walkers, with cars etc now having to use the Mersey Gateway Bridge, which levies an unpopular toll charge.
 
 
A vast area of chemical works at Stanlow is now passed, and there's a forlorn church building, clearly not used, in the middle of this industrial land.
 
 
There are thousands of boat movements on the canal every year, mainly at this western end. Here's a gas tanker that we passed.
 
 
This is just a minute section of the vast sprawl of chemical works and their intricate piping systems.
 
 
We were held in a lay-by for this grain ship to pass. The flour mills further up the canal no doubt need frequent deliveries, thankfully not by road.
 
 
Only qualified pilots are allowed to 'drive' the ships, including ours, on the canal. Bigger ships like the one below, which we met just above Eastham Locks, require pilot boats both in front and behind in order to ensure their safe passage.
 
 
By the time we reached Eastham Locks, the level of the Mersey was lower than that of the canal, so it was a final shift downwards before we headed off to cross the estuary to Liverpool, with the Captain, not the Pilot, now in charge.
 
 
The Royal Iris powered quickly across the estuary, with the Anglican Cathedral and Paddy's Wigwam rapidly becoming closer.
 
 
The Pier Head Ferry Terminal, where we disembarked, is very close to the iconic Liver Buildings, in which I sometimes used to work.
 
 
 
Having dumped its cargo of tourists, the Royal Iris sped off for a well earned rest.
 
 
We had a couple of hours in Liverpool, whose sights may one day be ammunition for a separate posting. On this occasion Sue and I walked to the Albert Dock via this 'Dazzle' ship and numerous other works. The dazzling colours apparently confused attacking vessels in the First World War because the direction of travel wasn't clear to the attacker.
 

Next to the Tate Gallery, an exhibit.
 
 
We enjoyed an excellent Thai meal at a restaurant in the Albert Dock.
 
 
We'd been told the bus that would return us to Manchester left at 6.30, so we were back at the ferry terminal at exactly 6.30, when the last bus left for Manchester. There were five people on it. We had been expecting to find several hundred people waiting for the buses!
 
Salford Quays were bathed in beautiful evening sunlight when we re-crossed the bridge to return home from the Media City UK tram stop.
 
 
An excellent day out, thoroughly recommended. Here's the 40 mile route.
 

Sunday, 1 September 2019

Friday 30 August 2019 - A Short Circuit from Danebridge

 
Anna and Dale's visit provided the opportunity for us to partake in one of our favourite walks, from Danebridge. As usual, click on any picture for a better version.
 
It was late morning on an overcast day by the time we set off from the eponymous bridge, soon passing the Methodist church.
 
 
The path rises gently through woodland of pine trees.
 
 
Soon we emerged into a familiar field with a rock in the middle of it. An erratic? This is the approach to Hangingstone Farm. Can you spot the stone that provides the name?
 
 
Here it is, from the track to the farm, where 'Postman Pat' was busy making deliveries for the Royal Mail.
 
 
Close up, the stone has various placards that have been fastened to it for many years. I've described these, long ago, here, here and here.
 
 
Sue always likes to pose on the edge, with the Roaches and Hen Cloud visible to the left of the picture.
 
 
Shutlingsloe appears as a significant pimple in this next view from just above the Hanging Stone.
 
 
The bilberries seem to be almost over, but the Ling (Heather) is in full bloom just now.
 
 
Anna and Dale found it hard going, as did three mountain bikers who were struggling along the footpath, so it was a relief when a short cut to our planned route to Lud's Church appeared on this sign.
 
 
I've already posted one picture of Lud's Church, here. This next picture was taken from the same spot in the other direction.
 
 
A 'money log' was found near the entrance to the chasm. I don't remember that from previous visits.
 
 
I've written at length about Lud's Church in the past. Learn all about it here.
 
We exited by way of the track to Gradbach that picks up a path, just before a scout campsite*, that leads all the way back to Danebridge beside the River Dane.
 
Some years ago there was a rockfall that I photographed at the time, here. This is what it now looks like.
 

Beyond some rare breed sheep and a lengthy refreshment stop, we passed several trees laden with red berries, no doubt awaiting a hungry flock of migrating birds.
 
 
After that, the path led easily and unerringly back to Danebridge's eponymous bridge, and a visit to the brewery.
 
 
We took nearly four and a half hours over the 10 km walk. You may be able to do it slightly faster...
 
Here's the route we took - there are many possible variations on this theme.
 
 
* As a Boy Scout in the mid 1960s, I camped here with our troop on a week's scout camp. We travelled, along with all our gear, in the back of a furniture van. Those were the days!