It was Fast Blackshaw’s fault, he fancied walking to Northwich and needed company. I’d walked to Northwich a few years ago, although by a more direct route. Fast Blackshaw has a reputation for adding ‘little loops’ onto his routes – making them rather longer than planned, today’s route, rather unusually, was slightly shorter than originally planned. He must be losing his touch.
Long Suffering Rick had foolishly agreed to join the expedition, although with a selection of leg & back injuries to deal with, he’d very sensibly decided to just walk around 8 – 9 miles.
We wandered off through Altrincham in bright sunshine, dodging the poor souls who were heading off to their places of work. Our route took us across
The Devisdale and the well-kept Denzell Gardens before dicing with death as we crossed the busy A56 to get to the peace and quiet of Dunham’s golf course. No golfers, just one dog walker this morning.
Fungus
Dunham Park was similarly quiet, it seems that only deer and dog-walkers were out today.
Dunham Hall DeerOnce out of Dunham Park it was time for Rick to return home, he’d decided to walk back to Timperley along the Bridgewater Canal towpath – a pleasant route on such a lovely morning. Rick went north(ish) whilst we continued south(ish) to do battle with forests of sweetcorn:
The path through 6ft + high sweetcorn was overgrown and we were soon separated. I managed to stay on course by monitoring the position of the sun, whilst Blackshaw & Pike allowed themselves to be led off-course by following the rows of sweetcorn crop. A stile in the middle of the forest provided a high point for me to shout and wave my walking poles so that I could be found. After 3-4 minutes of shouting and pole-waving we were re-united. A quick map & compass check and we were on our way once again – this time taking the trouble to stay in-sight of one another.
Half a mile later Steve realised his hands were emptier than usual – he’d left his poles in the middle of Sweetcorn Forest. We trotted back to find them (I needed the exercise). Fortunately the poles were found at the stile in the middle of the plantation and we were soon on our way once again.
Pole-less Fast BlackshawMore crop-filled fields followed. It was a very different scene compared to this time last year when the great wetness made all the fields and paths horrible muddy..
Battling through the barley
Lunch #1 was taken on the front lawn of St John’s Church in High Legh. The site has a bit of history, this is the third building in relatively recent times. The two previous structures were destroyed by fire. The present building is around 120 years old and was designed by Edmund Kirby who may have started a lucrative sideline in vacuum cleaners.
I’m guessing that the site pre-dates Christianity (christianity?) – it’s located at the crossing of two ancient routes, is on a high point and there’s a yew tree in the grounds. Yews as a consequence of their Pagan associations and enclosure, were planted in churchyards as Christianity spread - perhaps to placate those whose religion had been superseded by Christianity.
Or perhaps they just liked the look of yews.
More southness to find a crossing point over the motorway, harder than the map suggests. Eventually, and after a bit of a map faff, a bridge was located and we traipsed on towards
Arley Hall where we found a lovely shaded spot for lunch #2.
The view from Lunch Spot #2It’s funny, but we used to be over-run with grey squirrels (my friend Christine describes them as rats with good PR) in north Cheshire, but the last couple of years there have hardly been any. On today’s wander I saw just one squirrel all day. I just hope whatever is causing the lower numbers isn’t damaging the red squirrel population of the country.
Our route was now due south to the very picturesque village of
Great Budworth – a very suitable spot for lunch #3. We exhausted our stock of butties and coffee – we were left with the odd manky banana and some corporation pop, quite enough to see us to the end of our journey.
Lunch stop #3, Great Budworth churchyardThe view south from our final lunch stop
Leaving the churchyard I spotted a very interesting sight (well I thought it was interesting), a BMW 650 single – with a belt drive. It’s a shame more motorcycle manufacturers don’t use belt drive, they’re clean and virtually maintenance free…..and they outlast conventional drive chains very significantly.
Belt-drive BMWTimes must be hard in this part of Cheshire, the local library service seemed to have teamed up with BT. Dual-use buildings make good financial sense…..
Great Budworth has it’s own spring. Notices tell you that the water is tested from time-to-time and has always been found to be fit to drink. I was still carrying half a litre of water so didn’t sample the delights of Cheshire Spring Water. Perhaps it should be bottled and flogged-off to bolster the funds of the local council.
That last sentence was tongue-in-cheek by the way….just in case you were wondering.
The Plan had been to walk around to
Anderton Boat Lift, a fine piece of engineering. Unfortunately the clock was against us – we had a train to catch. Never mind, we’ll make sure we get there next time.
More southness, now towards the salt-town of
Northwich. Our route towards the town took us past the Flashes – bodies of water that appear very quickly (in a ‘flash’) when underground excavations take place. This area of the Flashes is now very much a nature reserve, and very nice it is too.
Leaving the Flashes and nature reserve behind we passed by Northwich’s bike-park:
Next stop was the end of our walk, Northwich Station – and a cheap train-ride back to Altrincham.
I reckon we did around 20 miles. They weren’t all intended…..some of them just cropped up as we found ourselves, er, misplaced. But stuff like that happens when you go for a walk. This had been a cracking route through gentle and pleasant countryside. Even when we got
lost misplaced.
A not very successful exercise in stitching images together.
