12th January, A Burwardsley Bimble

The combination of my recent Sandstone Trail post and reading about Martin’s New Year’s Day walk re-kindled my interest in the area.

It was a chilly morning, between 0 and 2degC according to the car’s thermometer. Leaving the car on the large layby on the A49, just south of the village of Tiverton, I sauntered off to Beeston Castle, preferring to use the quiet lanes rather than the very muddy footpaths. The route south was to broadly follow that of the Sandstone Trail.

Beeston Castle

Circumnavigating Beeston Castle we headed off south in the direction of Peckforton Castle – which isn’t really a castle at all, but a country house hotel built in the mid-nineteenth century.

Peckforton Castle

En-route to the Peckforton Hills: a rather attractive house:

 Welcome to Peckforton

A coffee & butty stop was enjoyed in the woodland of the Peckforton Hills, there wasn’t a breath of wind…and it was cold. There were quite a few walkers and runners out, some were quite mud-splattered – a warning of what was to come.

Leaving this pleasant lunch spot we soon came across a particularly muddy path. We were hemmed in by an electric fence but armed with PacerPoles I was able to safely cross the fence by holding it out of the way of my sensitive bits with the pole handles.

To the west of Peckforton Point the footpath went through the ‘interesting’ grounds of what appeared to be some sort of gate-house:

  The R.o.W. goes through this archway!

 

Soon it was time for a change of direction. Entering Higher Burwardsley from the south we headed NNE along the Eddisbury Way which starts here and ends 16.5 miles away in Frodsham – which just happens to be the start (or finish) of the Sandstone Trail. It just goes a different way.

About here the gloopy muddiness really began. Dry stretches of tarmac and good footpaths had been enjoyed up until this point.

The first muddy field was bad enough. It was made doubly tricky by a very inquisitive horsey that was determined to explore the contents of my rucksack. Slipping and sliding down to the field exit and dry tarmac we thought our troubles were over….until this:

There wasn’t really an alternative so it was just a matter of getting on with it. To the top left of this photo you might just be able to see a rather grand house. It wasn’t until I got closer that I realised just how grand it was:

It seemed that some paths around he building had been diverted. We struggled to follow the diversions, probably because of the muddy fields. Eventual escape came with the appearance of the tarmac of Wood Lane and the chance to clear crud from suffering boots.

Another coffee stop offered a nice view of both Beeston & Peckforton Castles:

Shame I didn’t have the decent camera with me, the titchy one didn’t really do the view justice.

Crossing the Crewe – Cheshire railway line at Ford Lane on the Bishop Bennet Way (ask Martin, he’ll tell you all about it), the route continued north to join the muddy towpath of the Shropshire Union Canal which was followed east (east is good) back to Tiverton.

Whilst enjoying a final coffee stop (and I needed to strap up my poorly knee) across from the Shady Oak pub I spotted a peacock strutting around. The light was fading so the picture isn’t brilliant. And the damned thing refused to pose:

Final approach passed the now closed Beeston Castle Hotel. It’s always sad to see a decent pub close down. I recall it being a bit of a posh place but the beer was good. Ho hum.

The light was really fading and it was getting quite cold by the time I arrived back at the car. Still, it had been a pleasant day out in an area that I’d not explored for a couple of years.
And it hadn’t rained.

 

Around 11 miles (‘cos of the footpath diversion) with 800ft of upness. It was good.

9th January, The Trans Pennine Trail

….well bits of it

It was Rick’s fault. We’d pencilled-in a walk from Stockport for the day but Rick’s bits were causing him aches and pains so it was agreed to postpone the expedition.
An email popped into my inbox suggesting a walk with the Blackshaws of Timperley. They had this plan, to travel by bus from Altrincham to Warrington and then, using part of the Trans Pennine Trail, walking back to Timperley . 14 miles she said.
Recent experience has led me to come to the conclusion that I’m really quite gullible and easily duped….so I didn’t question the distance and I agreed to tag along.
At 09.30 the No38 bus set off westwards, the talkative driver regaling us with tales of his days in the army. By the time we arrived in Warrington we knew the ins and outs of accurately firing machine guns, long distance yomping and it’s effect on knees and all manner of other stuff.
Suitable educated, we set off westwards (which isn’t eastwards). The first half mile was spent walking in a sort of spiral route….our leader was in search of a loo and she wasn’t about to spend a penny in order to spend a penny. It’s being careful with money she says.
It was well past 11am when we eventually left Warrington. West at first, passing the very ornate gates to Bank Hall that dates from 1750. The building now houses the Town Hall.

Bank Hall – now Warrington Town Hall

Then passing this war memorial to those who lost their lives in two world wars:

The Joseph Crosfield & Sons war memorial  

Joseph Crosfield was a Quaker and a successful local business man. His business manufactured soap and chemicals.

Onwards and westwards,,,,then southwards, crossing a railway line at Monks Siding. The line links Liverpool with Manchester and seems to be used mainly for freight. This area was once very heavily industrialised and the line was much busier in earlier times.

Following the River Mersey in the misty murk didn’t afford any decent views:

It wasn’t raining although it was damp and cold and I was glad to be wrapped in my Velez, I didn’t take it off until I arrived home.

Arpley Meadows sign gives an idea of how far we’ve got to walk. .

A rather damp wooden bench seat appeared as we walked through Arpley Meadows – we didn’t need to ask. A pleasant stop for coffee and cake was most welcome, we came across one of the very few walkers of the trip – a Lymm man who had dropped his car off for a service and was using the time to explore the area.

Passing Morley Common and heading towards Wilderspool we came across the disused Runcorn & Latchford Canal. Bits and pieces of machinery in remarkably good condition are still in evidence here although the old lock gates have seen better days.

Maritime mangles?

Lock gates

Builders at the pretentiously named Stockton Pointe construction site didn’t want cylclists cylcling close to their site. The cylclists may well have fallen off their bicylcles when they saw this sign:

Heading in a very definite easterly direction along the banks of the Manchester Ship Canal.

Crossing the canal by the old swing bridge at Knutsford Road (the A50) marked a change in flavour of our route.

The Blackshaws, desperately trying to shake me off.

We were now walking on tarmac for the next mile or so, passing a fine example of Victorian construction:  the now disused railway bridge at Latchford:

Next came Latchford Locks – although they looked to be in good condition I can’t imagine them being used much these days.

Latchford Locks

A relic from busier times

Onwards and most definitely eastwards we left the Manchester Ship Canal behind and joined a disused railway line that ran between Liverpool and Altrincham. This section of the T.P.T. runs through Thelwall (famous for it’s wall of thells) and  Lymm (famous for Sooty & Sweep) before crossing the River Bollin (famous for, er, something).

We didn’t follow the T.P.T. as far as Lymm, preferring to divert to the Bridgewater Canal towpath for the short stretch into Lymm….and to show Steve where Sooty & Sweep live. Steve’s led a sheltered life.

Once Steve had been suitably educated and we’d enjoyed a quick butty & coffee stop, we rejoined the T.P.T. disused railway line to walk through Heatley. Hats were doffed as we passed the site of the the much-missed Railway Hotel (a listed building) that mysteriously burned down in 2011. It was so fortunate that there was a JCB parked very locally at the time of the fire. The site is now fenced-off, no doubt awaiting the arrival of a new housing estate.

Around here the T.P.T. passes through farmland – much of which was suffering from the recent high levels of rainfall – heaven knows how high the water table is.

     

Wet Gate Lane Farm. Famous for being wet.

Steve’s plan was to once again leave the T.P.T., this time just before Dunham. We followed footpaths that crossed muddily slippy fields, eventually delivering us to The Vine in Dunham (Sam Smith’s). Light was fading so we deemed it prudent to pass the pub and continue to Dunham Park. En-route to the park we spotted an interesting variation on environmentally friendly transport….perhaps as green as it gets:
Dunham Park was emptying as we arrived, just before 4pm. The convenient conveniences and convenient bench seats made for a convenient last coffee stop on our little walk.

A Dunham resident

The light was fading fast now and the temperature was falling. Leaving the park we crossed over Charcoal Lane to scoot across the rather posh golf course. We’ve walked across this golf course many times before (there ARE public footpaths across it) but the gathering darkness had us quite confused. I’m easily confused.

Eventually we escaped to cross the A56 to walk through the Devisdale and past Denzell House. We couldn’t resist a quick smirk as we passed the offices with people still beavering away at their desks.

Denzell House 

The Devisdale in the dark is a completley different place to it’s daytime companion – but somehow we managed to navigate our way across. Exiting in Altrincham it was then just a couple of miles of tarmac to home.
The ‘fourteen miles’ ended up being 19 miles when the walk from home to the bus station was taken into account. I did tell you that I’m gullible. Ask anyone.

…and this is where we went.

It was a good day – if a little longer than I expected, although it certainly wasn’t an excessive distance. The ascent was negligible….around 200ft. Not a lot.

More piccies are here.

6th January, Lengthening Days….just

Sale at 4pm this afternoon…and it’s not raining.
Looking south down the Bridgewater Canal towards Timperley. Where else?

5th January, 12th Night in Lymm

The end of Christmas and we leave the Winter Solstice behind.


The next big day will be Plough Monday, the traditional start to the agricultural year. This year it falls on 7th January.

3rd January 2013, The Belvedere, Liverpool

Yvonne is one of my bestest mates, we go back a long way. She has perhaps the finest singing voice I’ve ever heard. When she mentioned that a weekly afternoon singaround at a pub in Liverpool might be up my street I didn’t need any persuasion.
Getting the train to Liverpool was favourite, so at around 1.20pm I left Liverpool Lime Street in search of The Belvedere….which isn’t this pub:
A rather strikingly attractive pub across the road from Liverpool Lime Street. A Cain’s Brewery van is in the foreground.
The Walkers brewery is sadly no more. It was bought out by Tetley (in the 1960s or 1970s?) and continued brewing, but as Tetley-Walker. Tetley’s then decided to shut the Walkers brewery and concentrate on their Leeds brewery. There beer wasn’t a patch on Walkers.  

A wet Thursday afternoon in Liverpool

Anyway, to the main reason for this expedition, The Belvedere singaround.
I had the address of the pub, I even had a street map. Liverpool Highways have decided that it would be a real wheeze if they removed many of the street signs in this part of the city. Hilarious it was.

Half an hour later I found the pub, and what a fine establishment it is.

That half hour wasn’t wasted. I wandered around the city and marvelled at the wealth that built this city. Although Liverpool has been through hard times, this part of the city has a wonderfully regal feel to it. Many of the buildings are graceful and serene. Street names (where the signs existed!) echoed the city’s connections with the sea. Liverpool was a very important sea port, sadly much of the trade was human: the slave trade.

I’ll be returning with more time to spare, this city has to be explored at a more leisurely pace.

Anyroadup. The Belvedere sing. And beer.

Both very excellent indeed. The beer I chose was Liverpool Organic Brewery’s Cascade Bitter, 3.7% abv, excellent session beer. I knew there was a reason to travel by train.

The pub is an unspoilt haven: good beer, pickled eggs, good company. Proper, if you know what I mean. 

The singing was as good as it gets, a dozen or so singers in attendance - eleven were very good......well I had a sing too.
Colin, who instigated this singaround, has much to be proud of with his weekly get-together. It attracts some of the very best....apart from me of course. There are no airs and graces to this event, it's just a very enjoyable singaround. There’s not much more to say – other than I’ll be back sooner rather than later.

     

At 4pm I had to leg it back to the station to catch my train home – I wasn’t in too much of a hurry though:

I shouldn’t REALLY have gone today, I couldn’t really spare the time - I’ve got loads of stuff to do. But I'm very glad I did make the effort, Yvonne's introduced me to something really special.

Anyway, a break is good for a chap.

Isn’t it?