Olicana Telephone Company
(A Walking Group Established in 1983)
Events 2009
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20 November 2009 – Swaledale,- Reeth, Fore Gill Gate, Langthwaite, Reeth (9 Miles)
Weather wet and windy in the morning, sunny in the afternoon.
This was a special occasion in that it was our Financial Director’s debut as walk director. Knowing our delight at good pubs and good ale, he wanted to take us to the Red Lion Inn at Langthwaite which he had discovered on a previous walk. This was a challenge(?) we were all up for although we had some reservations about Swaledale at this time of year (short days) because of the 2 hour journey or so to get there. However, ale lust overcame negative thoughts! And, an aside. The neighbouring hamlet to Langthwaite is called Booze!!!
We met our FD in Reeth, he having braved the M6 to get there. It was market day but we managed to get about the last parking place in the market square. Getting ready involved the decision about whether to don waterproofs or not before we started. In the end, most decided not. Brighter spells were promised after all.
We left Reeth on the Gunnerside Road and after the last house on the right, turned into a narrow enclosed Skelgate Lane. We followed this round the back of Riddings Farm to join the track which follows the contours round Calver Hill. We had not gone very far when the rain began to lash down and on went the waterproofs. FD had a voluminous bright red cape in which there was conjecture that he might be mistaken for a hot air balloon. Indeed at times, the wind was such that he could well have taken off!
The view down into Swaledale showed the extent of flooding after the recent heavy rain (the Cockermouth weekend!).
Onward we battled into the face of the weather, spurred on by the lure of the pub. Past Moorcock House, a lovely if isolated stone cottage, we trudged and on round Calver Hill until we reached Arkle Town. A short dog-leg through this lovely hamlet took us to a footbridge over Arkle Beck which was a raging torrent. A short distance along the footpath beside the beck and the welcoming site of the Red Lion appeared.
Once inside, there were those who wanted to shed the waterproofs first and others who headed straight for the beer but ultimately we settled down to some lovely pints of Black Sheep.
Now we find Black Sheep is a very variable beer. Sometimes it is dire. Sometimes it is passable. On rare occasions it is superb and this was one of those days. All the more remarkable because the landlady told us she was tee-total. On being complemented on the beer and told how variable we find it she said there was no excuse and that it was not a difficult beer to keep. So, other landlords, take note!
A roaring log fire would have been nice. Perhaps it needed another bulb ont’ fire (it was electric!). Simple sandwiches were the fare but they were cheap and a welcome alternative to munching home made ones in the rain!
Sadly, we were obliged to make a move before an ideal sup to make sure we got back to Reeth before dark. Fortunately, the sun had appeared. We retraced our steps along by Arkle Beck until we branched off left towards Heggs House. Somewhere here, JK managed to slip on a muddy slope and cover himself in glory! We followed the contours until descending to the road bridge at Reeth.
After a change of clothes, a final pint or two in the Black Bull brought the Financial Directors walk to a successful conclusion, although the beer was not as good as in Langthwaite. We might let him do it again. He kindly offered to take Dir. Ed. and PP home to avoid MD doing a detour.
Walk Director: Financial Director
Drivers: MD and FD.
23 October 2009 – Hardcastle Crags, Walshaw Dean Reservoirs and Wadsworth Moor (9 Miles)
Weather bright with sunny intervals.
This was the resurrected walk originally intended for 29 August 2009 when, because of inclement weather, we went to the pub instead! As it happens, the delay did us a favour because had we gone on 23 August, we would have missed the fantastic autumn colours.
5 directors met at Bradford Forster Sq. from where Dir. Sp. Proj. provided transport to Midge Hole car park at Hardcastle Crags near Hebden Bridge. En route we had to stop at a chemist in Bradford so Co. Sec could make a purchase. This included some fold up reading glasses which provided him with something of a Chinese puzzle to keep him amused on the journey. Amazing value at about £4.50! They almost made him look intelligent!
As a result of this and late trains, we arrived 20 minutes or so late at the National Trust car park where we met our Financial Director all the way from Manchester and our guest Mike Chalk. After donning our gear, we set off towards Gibson Mill along the somewhat slippery path by the river bank. The autumn colours were amazing as can be appreciated from the photos.
At Gibson Mill there was a brief pause for a game of Poo Sticks at the stepping stones before climbing up the broad track towards an isolated house. Here the route changed to a footpath which followed the valley along to a point where the valley split along the courses of two streams. We climbed steeply to a surfaced track, part of the Pennine Way, which we followed NW until we reached a permissive path to Walshaw Dean Lower Reservoir.
Thoughtfully, the water authority had left a pile of kerb edgings by the reservoir which provided dry seats for lunch. A minor crisis then unfolded as JK discovered that his fleece, strapped on his rucksack, was missing. A distraught JK retraced the path to the road but there was no trace. Munching through his sarnies, a thought occurred to him. At the very start, he had taken his camera out of his rucksack which meant removing the fleece. Had he inadvertently left it in Dir. Spec. Project’s car? DSP asked if it was black as he thought a garment matching that description was indeed in his boot. We would have to wait and see.
After lunch, the trail took us round the lower reservoir to Walshaw Dean Middle Reservoir, then up past a shooting lodge on to Wadsworth Moor. Over the summit we went, through a gate then past the entrance to the magnificently named Horodiddle – you could not make it up!
At the tiny hamlet (?) of Walshaw, we turned left and across the fields until we reached the clear track of the “Alternative Pennine Way” by a ruined farmhouse. “Guesstimates” then began as to the distance back to Midge Hole. JK’s GPS machine was brought into play to do the measuring. Turning right at the ruin led us along the valley until we descended back to Midge Hole.
The distance from the ruin turned out to be 1.38 miles and Mike Chalk turned out to be the closest guessing at one and a third miles.
A quiet hush then descended as DSP slowly opened his boot to reveal ……………….. JK’s fleece safe and sound. What a relief!
Thoughts then turned to a suitable watering hole to slake our raging thirsts. Fin. Dir. Suggested Stubbins Wharf in Hebden Bridge which had been recommended to him. This proved a good decision as a good choice of real ales were available. Taylors Landlord, Copper Dragon and beer from the local Little Valley brewery were consumed. The Landlord was a little tasteless but the others were fine.
Attendees: MD, Co.Sec, DSP, Dir. Soc. Ser. PP, Fin. Dir, Mike Chalk
Driver: DSP.
25 September 2009 – Derbyshire Dawdle – High Peak Trail via 2 Wheels!
Dir. Ed. masterminds (?) the annual Derbyshire Dawdle and for a change decided upon a bicycle excursion. First had to be sorted out the combinations of absence or wrong sort of bikes. After a bit of farting about it was decided that PP would take his bike and MD would borrow LVB's cast-off mountain bike (LVB = Mrs Co. Sec.). This left DSP without wheels but this was sorted out at the Hire Shop at Parsley Hay from whence we began our mighty journey.
We cycled 16 miles down The High Peak Trail which included three steep incline planes (steepest was 1 in 8) until we reached the end at High Peak Junction on The Cromford Canal.
We sat in idyllic sunshine and enjoyed lunch at a picnic table looking at water rats/ducks etc.
Then the hard part began with the ascent of the inclines with a welcome stop (we thought) at The Rising Sun at Middleton. We should known that the place was suspect because a van was parked outside with a door open with loud Rap & Crap music playing.
The bar maid was OK but the beer left much to be desired-flat and tasteless. So we cleared off after one pint.
DSP distinguished himself with a couple of spectacular falls with the last one being a few yards from base when he fell into a bed of nettles!
However he was consoled by a visit to The Bulls Head at Monyash where we consumed a few pints of Hartington Bitter which was excellent.
So good was the day that it was thought that we might repeat this mode of transport for the next DD.
Attendees: MD, Co.Sec, Spec. Proj. Dir, PP, Dir. Ed.
28 August 2009 Hardcastle Crags – Or The Walk That Never Was
Dir. Spec. Projects had been allocated the task of organising this month’s walk. In accordance with his arrangements, attendees duly arrived at Bradford Forster Sq. railway station to meet him with his new Golf Plus car for the journey to the walk start. All had had some trepidation as the rain was “persisting it down”! There was no indication of a let up. Additionally, a substantial part of the walk was over open moorland.
A huddled meeting in a steamy car, revealed a unanimous decline in the urge to walk. It is not so bad if you get caught, out that is pot luck, but there is something surprisingly motivation sapping about setting off in torrential rain. All motivation having been drowned, what to do? Someone recalled that we had promised ourselves a trip to the railway station bars at Dewsbury, Huddersfield etc a la James May and Oz Clarke. Eyes glinted at the prospect and the decision was made.
Dir. Spec. Proj. was to return home with his car whereupon his beloved spouse would return him to the station from whence would begin the train journey to Leeds then Dewsbury. Dir. Soc. Serv. opted to dive on to an immediately imminent train and return home to dump his walking gear having brought all but the kitchen sink and journey to Leeds separately and unencumbered.
Assorted train journeys later we all met at the pub on Dewsbury Station which goes under the wonderfully quaint name of the West Riding Refreshment Rooms (http://www.imissedthetrain.com/west/) – a throwback to its original days as the station waiting room. This is a tremendous pub selling quality real ales. We gorged on Leeds Best, Bedes Gold and and one intrepid soul tried one pint of the Tabatha (6%!). Also on offer were Mansion, Landlord, Black Sheep and Taylors Dark Mild at least.
This place is a true haven for beer lovers. The landlord and landlady (?) Alison and John made us feel so welcome we could not face moving on so we settled there for an extremely pleasant afternoon. So many thanks to Alison and John.
And the weather? Well the sun did come out and to be honest we have walked in worse conditions. But it would have been a sunshine and showers day with waterproofs on and off. We knew where we would rather be!
Attendees: MD, Co.Sec, Dir. Spec. Proj. Dir, Dir. Soc. Serv. PP
Walk Director and Driver - Dir. Spec. Proj. - but this doesn't count!!!
31 July 2009 Helvellyn via Striding Edge (8 miles)
JK had been appointed as walk director and, keen to resurrect the OTC love of the Lake District trips, recalled that PP, a Helvellyn virgin, had indicated a desire to climb Helvellyn via Striding Edge. A quick phone call revealed he was still enthusiastic, so Helvellyn it was to be, subject to the weather.
For some Striding Edge may be nothing extreme, PP however has pretty severe vertigo as he discovered when ascending Sharp Edge a few years ago so this would be a real challenge.
Now as we all know, the Lake District weather is something of gamble. A check of the newish Metcheck (www.metcheck.com/) website indicated that sunny spells should be the order of the day until 16:00 hrs when showers were expected. So JK opted to “go for it”.
The OTC assembled in the main car park at Glenridding for a 10:30am start, the main contingent from Yorkshire and our Financial Director from Manchester. We found that the car parking charge for the necessary over 4 hours rate had escalated to an exorbitant £6.50!
After giving our wallets the kiss of life, we began our walk along the southern side of Glenridding Beck via Lantys Tarn. Some Directors commented that it looked healthier than the last time they had seen it.
Following the main track skirting the south of Brownend Plantation, we began the trudging ascent to the “Hole In The Wall” whilst reassuring PP that Striding Edge was fuss about nothing. He said he was just awaiting the nasty surprise. En route we passed a woman having a rest on a rock who had a horrible hacking cough. This she was ameliorating with another cigarette!!
As it was just after midday with a suggestion of a breeze picking up, we elected to take our lunch stop in the shelter of the wall in which the “Hole” is. In conversation we discovered a mutual liking (possibly also lust) for Julia Bradbury the TV personality and the walking programmes she presents. MD sparked a controversy by indicating that the trousers she wore for her walks were not flattering. As might be expected, the discussion of an attractive lady’s nether regions soon degenerated to a level unsuitable for repetition here. However, one sensible question did arise – why is the word “trousers” plural? [see footnote]
Unable to answer this conundrum, we returned to the matter in hand and climbed the stile through “t’Hole”.
PP’s surprise was revealed with clear views along the “Edge” to the summit.
Gradually the walking became more severe and as we progressed across the higher rocky areas, PP felt les and less secure resorting to hands and knees in places. However to his credit, he refused the temptation of any “granny paths” and insisted on following the testing route.
We reached the cast iron plaque commemorating the death of Robert Dixon whilst following hounds (presumably on foot) on 27th November 1856 and paused to reflect and study the drop. Here we were passed by a party of mainly young ladies one of whom had a red rose protruding from her rucksack. We didn’t ask!
Shortly beyond here, MD happened across a mobile phone in girly pink. It seemed a likely bet that one of the “Red Rose Group” owned it and indeed this proved to be the case and it was returned to its (only slightly!) grateful owner.
On then to the “step” a clamber down a steep rocky drop but with good handholds. PP insisted on descending this which he achieved with Co. Sec’s assistance. At the bottom, we encountered a couple coming the other way where the woman insisted there was no way she was ascending the “step” without a rope. Despite encouragement from Co. Sec. and JK, she flatly refused to try it so presumably took a “granny path” somewhere.
Then came the rough ascent to the top. Flashback mental images of Julia helped anaesthetise the agony and we soon came to the “Fidelity” memorial to Charles Gough killed by a fall on the rocks in 1805 (see photos). His faithful dog remained by his side for 3 months. Wonder what it ate? The incident inspired a poem “Fidelity” by William Wordsworth.
Clearly visible ahead of us now was the shelter where we paused briefly for a drink and for PP to model an Alice band we found there. Achieving the trig. point at 950 metres (or 3116 ft in “old money”), we paused for a photo and to study the skyline where Great Gable, Scafell Pike et al were visible.
Then began the descent of Swirral Edge. There was discussion about which route to follow back to Glenridding. The path by Miers Beck is one of those horrible boulder reinforced paths for much of its distance which are exhausting to follow. We didn’t really want to retrace our steps via Lantys Tarn so we opted for the route via Glenridding Youth Hostel and Greenside Road. Plus, our Financial Director indicated a desire to sample the Travellers Rest pub which we would pass.
We arrived at the Travellers Rest at about 16:20 as the first shower began. Metcheck was 20 minutes out – wow!
Although the Travellers seemed a reasonable enough pub at first, we were disappointed by the Skiddaw Bitter which we thought a bit tasteless. Additionally, from a flat screen TV, we were assaulted by the inane jabbering of what is probably the most pointless programme – Deal or No Deal. A suggestion, lets have a revised programme called maybe “Or”. Person comes on – chooses a box – wins some money – roll credits. Maximum duration about 10 seconds.
Unable to stand the torture, we quickly drank up and left.
On the way home, desperate for a pub to our taste, we called at the Eagle and Child in Staveley – what a relief. A great pub with super beer – Hawkshead and Yates Bitters were thoroughly enjoyed by all. PP was presented with a certificate celebrating his personal conquest of Helvellyn. Well done Paul.
Attendees: MD, Co. Sec, JK, PP, Financial Dir.
Walk Director and driver from Yorkshire JK. Lancashire Driver (well it had to be) Fin. Dir.
Footnote – according to Wikipedia, trousers trace their ancestry to the individual hose worn by men in the 15th century (which is why trousers are plural and not singular).
Attendees: MD (DL) Co.Sec.(RS) Ed.Dir.(MR) and Dir without Portfolio(PP)
Driver: Co. Sec.
8 May 2009 Harry’s Ramble Ilkley to Esholt
Weather mixed with showers and sun
The OTC met with unusual efficiency at the railway station in Ilkley for the start of Harry’s Ramble (see Background), some having arrived by train from Burley-in-Wharfedale and others by the Leeds bus.
Surprisingly in view of the preponderance of local cafes etc but because of a perceived shortage of time to reach our goal, we forewent the to be expected diversion of bacon sarnies, morning coffees etc and set off without delay up Wells Road to reach the foot of the famous Ilkley Moor to join the Millennium Way. The path becomes the “Dalesway Link” marked on the OS maps and skirted the White Wells visitors centre en route for the moor proper.
The track ascended quite steeply then to the moor. Views to the SE suggested a fine sunny day but to the NW, black clouds were looming and we could see showers in the distance. The question was, which way were the showers moving.
The answer was soon revealed as one by one we donned our waterproofs. It was one of those awkward days where the intensity of the rain made the decision as to a “full set” or “jackets only” difficult. However, as we climbed higher, the intensity of a cold wind increased and before long we were all fully attired. Cameras unfortunately were packed away.
Eventually we reached the Twelve Apostles Stone Circle and just beyond this, we turned left off the main track to a path heading in a south easterly direction. We crossed the Menston to East Morton road close by Weecher Reservoir and descended the footpath through fields to Sconce Lane.
Arriving at the road to Baildon, we more or less went straight across making our way along the paths to Tong Park. By now, the showers had stopped and out of the wind we all began to overheat so waterproofs were shed. The path took us to the River Aire where we turned left to follow it for a short distance to the village of Esholt (made famous as a one time set for the TV series Emmerdale Farm). Here, the pub once called the Commercial has changed its name to The Woolpack which it portrayed in the TV series drew us in like moths to a flame and we enjoyed a pleasant lunch and a pint or two (or was it three/four…….?). As always, the toast was “absent friends”
PP surprised us all (in view of his aversion to exposed heights!) by requesting that the next OTC outing be to the Lake District and Striding Edge and this was duly agreed.
Appropriately nourished, we returned to the river and followed it and the canal to Baildon. As a special treat to ourselves, we had decided to have a further pint (or two!) at the Junction pub, a fabulous traditional style pub regularly accoladed for the choice and quality of its beer and a regular CAMRA favourite. We were not disappointed.
Ample sufficiencies achieved, our group bifurcated (one of Co. Sec’s favourite words) some heading for Shipley and trains to Bradford/Leeds and others to Baildon Station for trains in the opposite direction. The treck to Baildon Station proved quite a slog which none of those who participated were in the mood for and all wished they had chosen the more level walk to Shipley.
Attendees: MD, JK, Co.Sec, PP (Dir. Without Portfolio), DSP, Dir, Ed, Adam Nawoj.
Walk Director – DSP
Drivers – None (just as well!!)
27 March 2009 (8 Miles) Kildale – Baysdale – Baysdale Abbey – Kildale
Weather bright but with a very cold NW wind.
This walk was taken from the vast library of walks which MD has culled from the Yorkshire Post (YP) over the years, this one from about 20 years ago! After a circuitous drive to gather together all those attending, we parked up in the little hamlet of Kildale in the north-west corner of the North Yorkshire Moors.
Walking NE through the village, we turned right on a track to Warren Farm. From here, a bridleway led us to the River Leven past the chimney of the old Warren Moor ironstone mine which operated in the 1800s. Ascending, we were soon on the open moorland of Kildale Moor. We continued to an old and rapidly dilapidating barn where MD needed the reassurance of the YP instructions. Here was an opportunity for a “snap” of the group – see photo 8.
Turning left at the barn, we continued parallel with the beck until we reached Hob Hole where we lunched close to the bridge and ford. Most of us crossed the river by the bridge but DSP had to have a paddle so splashed through the water – photo 10. It wasn’t very deep so lifesaving skills were not needed.
Climbing the tarmac at the other side, we branched off right on what the map shows as John Breckon Road. This was a good track across the moor and we had good views of Roseberry Topping in the distance. We came across a fairly substantial memorial to an Alan Clegg (1936-81) “Who Loved These Moors” and who could blame him. Whoever he was (maybe someone can tell us?), he must have been well loved/respected for such a weighty stone to have been transported to this remote spot.
The track then dropped to a lovely stone footbridge where someone had thoughtfully put a bench – photo 17. If you look closely at the photo, you can see a white patch on the heather behind our Co. Sec. Judging from the little wooden cross in front of the patch, these are the ashes of “Grandad Bill”.
After crossing the bridge, we turned right and continued to Baysland Abbey. Here we were somewhat underwhelmed as Baysland Abbey is now nothing more than a group of apartments – photos 22 to 23 – and looks nothing like an abbey at all. We were expecting ruined cloisters and old mullion remains at least. A navigational error was avoided here thanks to a farm worker who we dubbed “The Abbot”!
Just past the “abbey”, there was an old stone bridge where the urge to race Pooh Sticks could not be resisted and there was great excitement and rushing from one side to the other to establish the winner.
From here, the path became part of the Cleveland Way and we climbed the hill to join the road which we followed back into Kildale.
After removing our gear, thoughts turned to alcoholic refreshment and we sped off to the White Swan set amongst a collection of cottages in the prettiest part of the nice little town of Stokesley. The OTC have visited this pub several times and it never fails to impress. A blazing fire welcomed us, as did the array of real ales. We opted for the Captain Cook “Slipway” which we have drunk before and which is brewed on the premises. Then we had a rare priveledge. The Capt. Cook brewery were unveiling a new beer that very day. Within the very hour in fact but we could not get our hands on any until the official unveiling.
We consumed two pints of delectable Slipway before the barman relented and we were allowed to be virtually the first to purchase pints of the new treasure. It was a slightly darker beer than the golden Slipway. A tad less citrus and a tad more nutty. Very nice it was. But what was it to be called? This was a state secret until the unveiling. We couldn’t wait for this. However, as we were leaving, the barman slipped JK a folded piece of paper containing the name. This was to be revealed to no-one in the pub on pain of death, pending the official release of the information shortly. In the car we revealed - "Endeavour". Today, the bread had definitely fallen butter side up!
Attendees: MD, JK, Co.Sec, PP (Dir. Without Portfolio), DSP, Dir, Ed, Mike Chalk.
Walk Director – MD
Drivers: MD and PP.
Note July 2009: after you have looked at the photos, see the PS below them.
Post Script
In July 2009, amazingly, the OTC received the following email. Talk about small world! It is reproduced along with the photo by kind permission ofthe writer.
Email Reads:
13 February 2009 (6 miles) Kettlewell – Starbotton – Kettlewell (Or the walks that never were!)
Weather: Brilliant sun, blue sky with snow on the ground.
Perhaps arranging a walk for Friday 13th was unwise. PP had been designated walk director and driver and had chosen Pen-y-ghent as our walk. Come the day, PP was unfortunately indisposed so Dir. Ed. drove. However, due to the preponderance of snow and ice and no doubt mindful of some recent fatal accidents to hikers, the majority decided Pen-y-ghent would not be a wise destination.
MD therefore suggested a lower level walk starting from Carlton in Coverdale. Our most direct route was via Kettlewell and over Park Rash. We arrived in Kettlewell and began the climb up to Park Rash. Snow was piled at the roadside but the tarmac itself was clear. At least it was until we approached the top. Tarmac was replaced with sheet ice. In the knowledge that the very steep descent into Coverdale would be a risky business in these conditions, even in Dir. Ed’s 4x4, our enthusiasm for MD’s walk evaporated. Furthermore, it was hardly practicable to proceed anyway as the road had disappeared beneath the white stuff! See photos.
So how to rescue the day? After taking a few photos at Park Rash, we decided to retreat to Kettlewell and do a walk from there. We gingerly turned around and began what was initially a hairy descent back to Kettlewell where we parked. After donning our gear, we set off along the Top Mere Road track towards Buckden Pike. It was quite hard going through the snow and a majority decision was that there would be insufficient time to comfortably take in Buckden Pike.
On reaching Starbotton Cam Road (track) we turned west. Here we found an idyllic spot for lunch on the sunny side of the fell and despite the snow, found it warm enough with lovely views – see photos.
The easy track into Starbotton brought us to the Fox and Hounds where of course we had to sample the wares. Excellent Black Sheep and Taylor’s Landlord were consumed. A brass plaque seemed especially to reserve a spot for Co. Sec.- except that he was not with us today. It read “Bullshit Corner”.
As we were about to leave, a man entered commenting in jocular fashion that he had had to leave his wife (?) outside as there was a sign which said “No Dogs”. It was very clear as we exited however that the attractive lady in question certainly was no dog – but she had a border collie with her which was the real reason she had had to wait outside. Unusually, it had one blue eye and one brown eye, known as “Wall Eye” apparently.
After petting the dog (the hound not the lady!), we crossed the road and continued along the riverside track back to Kettlewell. In places, a pair of ice skates would have been more appropriate than walking boots.
Although a short stroll really, the day had been most enjoyable. The snow certainly adds another dimension and provides another hue to nature’s palette.
Attendees: MD, Dir. Ed, Dir. Spec. Proj, Dir. Soc. Serv.
6 February 2009 (10 Miles) Addingham – Deerstones - Bolton Abbey – Beamsley Beacon - Addingham
Weather: brilliant sun, cold with snow on the ground.
This was an impromptu walk at the suggestion of the Co. Sec. The next “official” OTC walk was to be on Friday 13th (wise???). However, as more than three directors were present, under our rules it instantly became “official”.
Although at first glance, it may sound similar to the walk we did on 9 January, in fact it is a different route and of course the extensive snow added another and quite beautiful dimension.
We all contrived to catch the X84 bus to Ilkley which, with a masterpiece of timing (well done First Bus!), managed to just miss a connection to Addingham! We had to wait about 20 minutes. Eventually we disembarked in Addingham.
From the centre, we walked over the river Wharfe via the suspensions bridge then made our way to the base of Beamsley Beacon. We passed its western flank heading for Deerstones. Unfortunately on route, Ron Walker had to drop out as the trudge through the snow was too much for one of his knees. He diverted down the road to Bolton Bridge and made it safely home.
The rest of us proceeded to Deerstones, an attractive hamlet. Here we found a sunny spot for lunch.
Suitably refreshed we passed through another hamlet Storiths where enjoying the snowy views of the edifice, we descended to Bolton Abbey. Here we had a dilemma. MD and Dir. Soc. Serv. Elected to cross the footbridge, not least because there was the tantalising prospect of a photo of Co. Sec, Dir. Ed. or PP (who elected to use the stepping stones) making a spectacular splash. Exciting anticipation reached fever pitch when it was realised that one of the stepping stones had sunk.
Wisely, Dir. Ed and PP reversed and made for the bridge. However our brave (show off?) Co. Sec. was not to be deterred. After some probing he went for it and ………. NO SPLASH! Bother.
Concealing our disappointment, we headed towards Bolton Bridge before hanging a right opposite the Devonshire Arms. We crossed the A59 and proceeded up the hill keeping to the right of the hill Haw Pike and left of the trees.
The footpath progressed across the fields to the rear of Chelker Reservoir. We could not actually see the water although the tops of the wind generators poked their heads above the skyline.
There was a high stile guarded on both sides by very deep snow which was fun.
Across the golf course and we were soon back in Addingham where – you probably guessed – we made for the pub. In this case it was The Fleece which is open all day. The log fire was a welcoming sight on a cold day and copious Copper Dragon Golden Pippin was consumed before catching the bus.
Attendees: MD, Co. Sec, Dir. Soc. Serv, Dir. Ed, PP and RW (Dirs. Without Potfolios).
16 January 2009 (7.75 miles) Harrogate Round (part) - Knaresborough to Pannal
Weather: Dry but dull
Co. Sec. arranged our January walk and settled on a section of the Harrogate Round starting from Knaresborough and finishing at Pannal. He planned to drive to Weeton and catch the train to Knaresborough, returning from Pannal to Weeton by the same mode of transport. However Dir. Educ. and DSP. decided they might as well take the train from Leeds and save Co. Sec. the task of having to pick them up as they would be able to use their pensioner’s bus passes: or so they thought!
It turns out that there is no agreement between West and North Yorkshire for travel at cheap rates between the two and so it cost the two of them £7.30 for the single journey to Knaresborough and only a slightly smaller amount on the return. The four who joined the train at Weeton did manage to negotiate a return fare but it still cost the directors somewhat more than they had imagined.
Anyway the walk is what matters here and although it was perhaps a little on the short side it was very enjoyable. If we had undertaken it anytime during the seven days before, the ground would have been firm if not quite frozen solid, but by Friday morning the temperature had risen somewhat and now the fields and pathways were tacky at best and extremely muddy at worst.
The spectacular nature of our arrival in town by train - over the dizzy heights of the viaduct – was continued as we negotiated several flights of steps between the houses which tumble down the hillside, with views along the River Nidd in both directions. The next section of the walk was along the riverside to cross the road bridge which carries the B6163 into the town from the Harrogate ring road and then a short way up the hill we left the road on a path which cut back to the right up towards Gallow Hill and a view there from the field towards the town, where CoSec advised us the Roundheads held siege to the inhabitants during the Civil War.
Eventually we reached our watering hole for the day after two sections of road walking, one through the hamlet of Calcutt on the back road from Harrogate and the other on the busy Wetherby – Harrogate road, with a long field path between the two of them. The Traveller’s Rest is an attractive pub in a quiet lane off Rudding Lane in the Crimple Valley, not far from the Great Yorkshire Showground and it is heartily recommended by all the directors who were present that day. Surprisingly there were already a number of customers there at 12.30 and shortly this was supplemented by a funeral party who were guided through to a private room. It was apparent that food was being served but we’d all brought our own sandwiches which we decided could wait until we’d sampled one of the three guest beers on offer, one of which was Fuller’s London Pride and this was certainly on good form. In fact we had all put away three pints to confirm just how good it was before we decided it was time we were on our way, after we had found a convenient place to eat our sarnies. Co. Sec. asked the very friendly landlady if it was alright if we ate them on the picnic tables outside: her reply was that we could eat them inside as we’d already put a sizeable amount behind the bar. Now how often would you find this refreshing attitude from a pub landlord/lady in this country, especially when food is being served? Naturally we all had another one to wash down our meal and I’m sure all parties were well satisfied with the arrangement.
The second half of the walk seemed to increase in muddiness, most of which were either through fields or woods, as we made our way into Pannal via Fulwith Mill and Almsford Bridge in time to catch the 3.50 train.
I’m sure it won’t be long before we attempt to complete the Harrogate Round as there are other attractive sections, not least the one through the Nidd Gorge. However, whether we’ll be travelling by train again is another thing altogether.
Attendees: MD / CoSec / DEduc / Dir w/o Portfolio / Richard / DSP
No photos for this walk.
9 January 2009 (10 miles?) Ilkey – Beamsley Beacon – Addingham – Ilkley
Weather cold and cloudy.
This walk was something of an “in betweener” at the instigation of the Co. Sec. as an official OTC walk was planned for the following Friday. However, as there were 4 official directors present (i.e. more than 3 and as opposed to all the unofficial ones which may or may not exist), it qualifies to be counted as an OTC walk.
We were joined for the first time by Phil Cook now added to our Roll of Honour. He, Mike Chalk and JK arrived in Ilkley by train. MD, Co. Sec. and Dir. Ed came by bus and the idea, courtesy of MD, was to meet at Booth’s supermarket. JK’s local knowledge proved deficient in getting to Booth’s and a circuitous route resulted. The bus party got off much earlier than expected as the walk started by the cemetery below Stubbam Woods. But for mobile phones we would probably never have met. Anyway, enough of these irrelevances.
The walk began at the cemetery, through Stubbam Woods, across the fields then along Parks Lane and on to the moorland at Lister’s Dub. We made our way across to the grouse butts on Langbar Moor wondering where exactly the Cup and Ring marked rocks indicated on the OS map were. En route, we had views across March Gill Reservoir down Lower Wharfedale. Stretching into the distance in a north easterly direction could clearly be seen (once Co.Sec. pointed out where it was) the route of the old Roman Road.
Talk turned to matters of the day. One member reported that a major volcanic eruption was expected in Yellowstone Park any millennium now which would probably wipe out life as we know it, there was general agreement that the ludicrous 2.5% reduction in VAT would achieve nothing to halt the economic downturn and the reduction in interest rates would damage everyone’s savings. Add to these woes the demise of the 100 watt lightbulb and we came to the only possible conclusion – we’re all doomed!
Spurred on by the knowledge that only alcohol could lift us from our depression, we discussed which pub we should head for in Addingham and settled on the Craven Heifer (http://www.cravenheifer.com).
We followed a line of grouse butts to The Old Pike, the highest point of the moor and unusually not where the trig. point is at Beamsley Beacon. We paused here for a team photo and admired the view, slightly obscured by a light haze.
Along the ridge then to Beamsley Beacon where a clemmy throwing competition was instigated to knock a small stone off the top of a pile of stones atop the beacon. Two clemmys (small stones) each were allowed which we threw after ensuring no-one at the rear of the beacon was likely to be brained! MD won with a shot which demolished the whole pile – ex cricketer you know!
Down from Beamsley Beacon and left along the road a short distance and we turned right just before Black Foss Farm down the easy path to West Hall and across the River Wharfe via the footbridge. On the way a flock of sheep was encountered and we conjectured what breed they might be. Rather worryingly, MD produced a booklet “Know Your Sheep”. Allegedly received as a Christmas present – yeh ok!
We stopped on the bridge to ponder why a simple structure such as this, or even like the wire rope affair at Linton could not be built at Burley-in-Wharfedale instead of the ridiculous politically correct and thus expensive affair proposed – which means it will never get built!
Through Addingham and into the Craven Heifer we slipped. The genial bar person found us a table for six in the dining room. Hetton Pale Ale was the order of the day and very nice it was too. Co. Sec. staggered us by drinking Kaliber beer, part of his alcohol free month to assuage the impact of the festive season. A mixture of brie and beef sandwiches were scoffed which came with chips and salad. Very nice they were too and served by an extremely pleasant and most obliging waitress. We just hope it was her who got the tip!
Here we bifurcated! It didn’t hurt. Co. Sec. and Dir. Ed. opted to get the bus from Addingham to Otley and beyond. The remainder walked back along the river to Ilkley and the train station.
A pleasant day with good food, beer and most importantly company.
Attendees: MD, Co. Sec. JK, Dir. Ed, Mike Chalk and Phil Cook.
