Wednesday 24th October, An excuse for a curry

It was Gayle. She is entirely responsible. It was Gayle’s fault. There can be no denying that Gayle made this happen. If it wasn’t for Gayle we would probably all have stayed at home.

Gayle said she fancied a curry at the famous ‘This & That’ in the centre of Manchester. Not only did she fancy one of their very excellent curries, she wanted to join the Timperley Walkers And Tipplers on one of their Curry Walks.

The Curry Walks were started by the long-suffering Rick last year. Rick had been visiting ‘This & That’ for many years but now he’s decided ‘we’ were appropriate custom for the place and so he has shared his secret.

Anyway there hadn’t been a curry walk since June so it was about time for another pilgrimage….so perhaps we can’t hold Gayle ENTIRELY responsible.

Folks started arriving at Martin & Sue’s from 9.30am-ish, tempted by rather good carrot cake a decent coffee. By the time I arrived, Alan was already there, wrapped round a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Unfortunately Sheila wasn’t able to join us….she had to work. Mick arrived soon after we all made a valiant but futile attempt at demolishing the cake.  Admitting defeat, the party left to meet up with expedition leader Rick and his next-door neighbour, Pete.

The route is fairly straightforward – canal towpath into Manchester and then just a little micro-navigation around the back streets of Manchester to our final destination on Soap Street, Shude Hill.

Although I’ve walked this route a number of times I always find it interesting, there’s loads of history and industrial archeology to look at. What is quite striking is the contrast between the architecture dating back to before the Industrial Revolution and the uber-modern buildings of today.  The Bridgewater Canal is affectionately known as the “Dukes Cut” after it’s owner, Francis Egerton the third Duke of Bridgewater. He built the canal to transport coal from his mines at Worsley to the industrial areas of Manchester, it revolutionised transport in this country and marked the beginning of the golden canal era from 1760 to 1830.

See, read this blog and learn. Something.

Within a few minutes our little group was on the canal towpath, and sniffing the air for traces of exotic spices, we walked northwards.

There’s not a huge amount to say about the route so I’ll post some photographs, taken with my still new Lumix G3:

 

The Watch House, Stretford

 

  Waters Meeting, Stretford

  At SJ82227 96954. Ask Rick, he knows what it is. I can’t remember what he said.

New and old in Manchester

  Cormorant in central Manchester

 

 

The Beetham Tower – visible from MILES away

Spot the Youth Hostel

  Getting close….

This and That has had a lick of paint (on the outside anyway) since my last visit

 

 

Pete, Sue & Rick

Martin’s gadget-thing measured our distance, something like 9 miles. It was Sue’s first (and not last) visit to This and That. Rick ALWAYS enjoys his visits here. Pete enjoyed his walk and lunch. I had a nice day. Mick had a long day – not only had he travelled up to Timperley by train and tram, he was also giving a talk at Stockport Walking and Outdoors Group that evening. Roy enjoyed meeting up with us again – we had first met him on the Bollin Valley Way walk a couple of days earlier. Alan doesn’t ever need an excuse for a walk. Or a curry. Or a rather good beer in one of his favourite pubs in Manchester, The Ape and Apple. We had to join him of course, he might have been lonely. And it would have been rude not to.

Oh, and Gayle. She didn’t make it, she had to go to work. Poor Gayle.

She wouldn’t have enjoyed it. Honest.

Sunday 21st October, The Bollin Valley Way

Macclesfield to Partington following the River Bollin

The Bollin Valley Way is a 25 mile path roughly following the course of the River Bollin. The route starts at Macclesfield Riverside Park and finishes in Partington where the River Bollin empties into the Manchester Ship Canal. The route is varied, following riverside paths, field paths, quiet lanes. And boggy, muddy fields. Well they were boggy and muddy today.

17 LDWA walkers gathered in Partington at 8am this morning. there should have been more, but some forgot, others had changes of plans, some just couldn’t be mithered….oh, and one was poorly. Hope you’re better soon Nancy, we missed your company today. We boarded a coach that would take us to Macclesfield…where we would walk back to Partington. Logical or what?

The journey to Macclesfield wasn’t without excitement….or delay. The coach ground to a halt in a queue of traffic, a queue caused by an errant doggy that had escaped from a dog spa.

Well this IS Cheshire.

It’s a little known fact that the East Lancashire section of the LDWA have amongst it’s membership an elite and highly trained group of dog catchers. It was fortunate indeed that this group just happened to be on board this very coach. With military precision the group sprang into action, and in a very short time the doggy was caught and returned to the rather fraught dog spa lady.

I would tell you who made the actual doggy capture….but modesty forbids. Anyway there’s probably something in the Offishall Secrets Act which would restrict me admitting to being the captor.

Tytherington, Macclesfield

Only slightly delayed, we bailed out of the coach just after 9am –just in time to meet up with Pat (from the Backpackers Club) and her two doggies. Pat lives just a couple of minutes away from our start and she’d decided to join us for the leg into Prestbury – famous for having residents with far too much money.

There was a compulsory photo-call before setting off on the return journey to Partington:

Although the sun was shining brightly it was very cold, the grass was quite frosty. Heading west (which, for those of you who are paying attention will note isn’t East) across fields and footpaths. Prestbury appeared all too quickly and we bade Pat farewell as she wandered off on an alternative route back to her house in Tytherington.

Prestbury

Paparazzi in Prestbury

Newton

En-route to Wilmslow, the Bollin Valley Way winds it’s way through the grounds of some very grand properties as well as farmland – some of which is home to some very strange animals:

     The River Bollin towards Wilmslow

The temperature rose steadily, by 10.30am outer layers were being shed – it was simply too hot in the bright sunshine. Stomachs were soon rumbling so a butty and coffee break was called on the crumbling banks of the Bollin:

Then it was onwards to Wilmslow……

Wilmslow

 …..still following the River Bollin

St Bartholomew's Church, Wilmslow

The trees were well on the turn, their colours quite spectacular – made all the more beautiful by the day’s bright sunshine.

Entering the Carrs, a 70 acre Wilmslow park, there was a pleasant reminder of Henry Boddington and his connection with the area.

The Carrs is made up of a mix of woodland, sports grounds, playgrounds, open grassland….and hilly bits, just for Norman:

Leaving the Carrs behind, Manchester Airport was our next significant landmark. At 12:25 (5 minutes late!) the enormous A380 came into view:

When Manchester Airport’s Runway 2 was built, the River Bollin posed a problem….it was in the way. Inventive engineers designed and built a huge culvert to allow the river to continue on it’s way unhindered.

Manchester Airport

East Lancs LDWA chef extraordinaire posing in front of the culvert

Inside the culvert, the river is on the left of the footway

Some of the crack walkers of East Lancs LDWA approaching the end of the runway

Castle Mill

Even the flatlands of Cheshire can play host to a trig-point

Stomachs were rumbling once again, so another butty and coffee break was called at a pleasant grassy spot adjacent to Hale golf course.

Hale

Rick had been suffering from a nasty cold and he had decided to leave the main party in Hale and then walk home, about 3.5 miles. Our route took us away from the Bollin for a short time, and passed the start-point of our ‘Jump in the Lake’ walk at Bank Hall Lane. You can read about that walk here.

The surviving members of the party continued on their merry way towards the most dangerous section of the route – the crossing of the A56. Fortunately the crossing was successful and the 16 survivors continued unscathed.

Beyond the A56, the Bollin Valley Way follows a permissive path towards Dunham Park. The path is tough going whether it’s wet or dry. Wet and it’s boggy, dry and the hard ground is lumpy – chewed up by cattle.

Dunham  Massey

 The Swan caused a slight delay….not for beer though

The hot weather had caught many unawares and a good few members of our expeditionary force had run out of water. The Swan with Two Nicks (famous for serving very well kept Dunham Massey beers) appeared in the nick of time.

That’s very funny don’t you think: ‘Swan with Two Nicks ‘…’nick’ of time…?

Oh never mind.

Anyway after a pleasant 10 – 15 minute stop we continued on our merry way, leaving the area by following the cobbled track that goes under the Bridgwater Canal and then to field paths towards another pub, The Vine (Sam Smiths) ….I can see a pattern developing here. Anyway, we didn’t stop at The Vine, honest. No, really, we didn’t.

Warburton

Warburton marks the end of the Bollin Valley Way, although strictly speaking the river travels further, entering the canal at Bollin Point. The village used to boast two pubs, sadly only one remains – The Saracen’s Head, famous for, er, Saracens. And appearing on Time Team when the TV team excavated half of Moss Brow Farm across the road from the pub in a fruitless search for bits of ancient Romans.

There were some relics though:

 For Sale, MG: One careful owner

Just a few more field paths, a bit of tarmac, and then:

We say ‘Pah!’ to your sign

Fortunately we’re rufty-tufty long distance walkers and a mere ‘Path Closed’ wasn’t going to bother us! In fact this sign has been here for over a year. The ‘closure’ caused by a short section of path collapsing towards the canal. I think most of our party can swim…so we carried on regardless.  No attempt has been made to carry out any repairs to the path, so we made no attempt to find an alternative route.

Tit for tat. Innit.

Warburton Toll Bridge, Toll: 12p for cars, bicycles & pedestrians go free

The Manchester Ship Canal. Shipless today.

Redbrook Bridge….over Red Brook.

According to the Bollin Valley Way website, this bridge is in a dangerous condition and is another reason for the closure of this section of the route. It looked pretty good to me, supporting even my excessive weight with ease.

Sunset over the canal. Romantic or what?

At 5.45pm we arrived back at our cars, 8.5 hours after we set out from Macclesfield. Allowing for breaks we probably walked at around 3.35mph, not bad for a large group. The route was nominally downhill although there were plenty of little ‘ups’.

Everybody seemed to have enjoyed the walk, it’s a good route and is well-signed. The ground varied from good, dry paths / tarmac, to gloopy bogs and very muddy bits (lots?). I suppose yer average walker out for a bit of a wander wouldn’t do much more than 8 – 10 miles of the route in one go, that in itself would make for interesting walking…without the sore knees and sore feet!

Interestingly, we recced the route exactly 12 months ago – to the day…..and the weather was identical too.

Well I think it’s interesting even if you don’t.

Distance: 25.5-ish miles in about 7.5 hours of walking

Distance SHOULD have been 25 miles…but ‘a little loop’ was introduced mid-walk to avoid some unnecessary tarmac. We probably put an extra half mile on.

Thanks to everyone who came and didn’t complain. In fact thanks to those who DID complain too. The East Lancs LDWA are a great bunch….but don’t tell them I said so. Thanks to Transport Manager John Bullen, to Steve & Viv who first dreamt up the idea, to my Mum and Dad…..

It was a good day out, a nice route, brilliant company, and glorious weather.

More photographs are here.

Anyway I’m off to bed, all this typing is tiring!

Red at night….

Friday 19th October

Yesterday evening I had just nipped out to harass a neighbour, a fellow member of the LDWA, when I was stopped in my tracks by a most amazing sunset. My camera (The Lumix G3) was close to the front door, so…..

I see that Martin also spotted the same splendid sunset. Good, weren’t it Martin?

The last week or so

My mate Chris used to live in nearby Sale, but the last few years he’s been all over the show - everywhere from working for the British Antarctic Survey in both Cambridge and on Rothera, travelling in South America, and now he’s going to move to Australia. On a rare return visit to Sale last week he took the opportunity to call in to demand coffee with menaces.
He though he’d wind me up by rolling up on his rather nice Laverda Jota. He succeeded.
I used to like Chris a lot.

A rare example of a classic bike that isn’t kept in a glass cabinet

That evening it was ceilidh time again. I told you all about the ceilidh and I’m pleased to say that some of you rolled up – you seemed to have enjoyed it.