Saturday, 5 November 2016

Down Huddersfield way.

Currently I am in house sitting mode. The house in question is down in Huddersfield. At the owners suggestion, I invited Mike down for a few days. He and Lucky managed to pop down for the best part of a week.
Our first wee wander was up to a local view point, Castle Hill. This involved a meander through the lanes.
Some friendly locals.
Tower on Castle hill, a local landmark.
On the Wednesday, at Lucky's suggestion, we headed for Dog Hill.. As we headed down the motorway in thick cloud and mizzle, a bright neon sign told us it was foggy!
There is a motorway out there, somewhere!
In drifting mist we gradually headed upwards until, surprisingly, a trig point loomed ahead.
A gradual clearing of the clouds and Green Withens reservoir was revealed below us and we headed off in that direction, pausing for a spot of lunch out of the chilly breeze near the substantial dam walls and then it was a wander back to the car.

A longer trip planned for Thursday was put on hold due to poor weather conditions. Instead we headed for Marsden and Pule Hill. It was breezy on top and wet enough for waterproofs.

Breezy conditions!
War memorial, Pule Hill.
A wander along the canal to view the entrance to a very long canal tunnel  and then back to the car.
After a spot of lunch Mike nipped off to bag a wee hill. He came back with tales of daring deeds with a large barbed wire fence. Lucky and I where glad we had decided to wait in the car.
Friday saw us doing a local walk over to Farnley Moor, where Mike did an impressive wiggle under an electric fence!

Looking across to Castle Hill.
Woodland on the way to Farnley Tyas.
Saturday saw us heading for Blake Moor which lies by a number of reservoirs and is close to the Pennine Way. We parked by the Whitehouse pub, closed, unlike the last time we passed that way ,when it was fu' o' busy!
The mist was down a bit as we picked our way around the many reservoirs.
Stopping for a quick break and a check of the compass, it appeared as if a fence, unmarked on the map, followed the boundary line and offered a nice bit of handrail navigation to the trig point at Little Holder Stones.
Trig point found..
From the trig point it was a straightforward walk downhill, a shoogly crossing of a deep drainage ditch and shortly after rejoined the P.W. To be honest, the walk back to the car was something of a plod. The track just went on and on. Conditions were worsening too, the mist got thicker and with it came drizzly rain.
All in all though it was a pleasant few days and I was glad of Mike and Lucky's company. A bonus point was that Mike gave his nod of approval to the sausages we had for tea and, furthermore, I think he was a wee bit impressed by the pie!

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

House sit

Currently I am house sitting for someone down Huddersfield way. With limited inter web access, contact with folk has been a wee bit difficult The house is still in the process of major renovation. The location is in a rather up market suburb of the city.  The property is secluded, down a driveway and surrounded by trees. It a large house, four bedrooms, a large lounge, kitchen, utility room, office and will eventually have a study too.
It is not an old house, fairly modern really. Now normally, I am not that a nervy person. However, this house has at times spooked me. The boarding for the floor has not been fastened down in many areas. Walking across them can result in the most awful screech. Lying in bed at night one hears the sounds of unexplained creaks and groans. Sometimes too I have heard the occasional thud and strange rattling sounds. The outside security lights flash on and off at regular intervals. 'Cats, or foxes', I tell myself. There is though that little nagging uncertainty. The place has been previously burgled, could a stalker be out there? Is someone watching? A particularly loud creak somewhere in the house can see me sitting up in bed, the heart rate going a wee bit faster. Tentatively I will slide out of bed and head out on to the landing flicking on all the lights. The house is cold, not all the heating is yet functioning.
So far I have survived. Mike, bless him, came down for a few days. He and Lucky appear not have noticed anything in particular. However, I am not totally convinced. If no one  hears from me over the next few weeks, well, Mike has the address. In the meantime the vigil continues.

Thursday, 29 September 2016

High Cup Nick

Chrissie and Geoff (Crowther) had decided that while visiting the area, it would be a fine idea to introduce both their youthfully exuberant pups to a night's wild camp. Isla, a chocolate labrador and Pebbles, a boxer, had individually camped with either Chrissie or Geoff. However camping out en family, as a group of four was a  trial proposition just to see how things worked out.
Mike and I had been invited along. The plan was to all meet up in Dufton. Arriving early, Mike and I had an all day breakfast in the old Letterbox cafe. A substantial breakfast it was too. Lucky, who was welcome in the cafe, was made a fuss of and fed sweet biscuits.
We met up with Chrissie and Geoff just as  thin, mizzly wetness began to drift in. While the dogs had a bark and established who was who, we donned waterproofs.
The cloud base was rapidly descending as we made our way up the hill and the wetness increased. It was chillier too. Camp was established somewhere near to the Nick. With the thick clag and general drizzly rain, there was no chance of socialising. We all retired to the coziness of our tents

Tuesday morning was one of thick cloud and general wetness. Thus it was we packed up and headed back to Dufton. Bacon and egg butties and pots of tea were enjoyed by all in the cafe. Mike then ran a shuttle service back to the Crowther abode on wheels. Here we enjoyed more tea and flapjacks. Despite the dampness it was a pleasant wee trip and good to meet up with Chrissie and Geoff and the lovely dogs Isla and Pebbles.

Sunday, 25 September 2016

Skinny dip time

Having somehow  done the North East Skinny Dip last year had somewhat kindled my interest in swimming. There is something in this wild swimming malarkey that one is unable to experience in the safe and sterile waters of a swimming baths.
When registration time came around for the dip this year I duly signed up. Mike, who introduced me to this, was, I think, quietly pleased.
  We had done a few acclimatization swims, not enough really, we need to do more. The idea this time around was to go over to Ross Back Sands on the Saturday and have a few dips there.
There was a stiff, somewhat chilly breeze blowing up the beach. There was also a bit of a sea running.We had fun frolicking in the surf and being approached by curious seals. Mike went in three times but I only managed twice and never actually swam.
In the evening we relocated to Druridge Bay to camp alongside many other folk who were arriving for the skinny dip. To be honest, I slept little, pre dip nerves, I have many hangups about my body..
At the unearthly hour of five in the morning, the kettle was on and rain was pattering on the tent fly. Undaunted we joined the throng of other dippers to register. Amazingly the rain stopped as we joined the crowds on the beach.

. No brilliant sunrise this time, but undaunted, one and all charged naked in to the rolling surf. Yes, it was cold, but oh my, it was, in a crazy sort of way, fun, invigorating too.
A different sort of weekend but already Mike and I are discussing next year. Another important factor here is that the money raised is in aid of Mind, a worthy cause.

Friday, 16 September 2016

The missing link, linked

Back in the month of May, Mike, Lucky the dog and myself set out to circumnavigate a round of the highest pubs in England. An interesting proposition for an avowed teetotaller! However, as the great Rabbi Burns stated,'the best laid plans o' mice an' men gang aft agley'! Due to the pressures of time we left out a section between Todmorden and Skipton. The missing section required completing. Thus it was we returned this September to link up with the missing section.
Joining us on this return trip was the indomitable JJ. John is a man of many talents, is much in demand in various circles and we looked forward to his company. Arriving in Todmorden earlier than John, Mike and I visited the local chippy for a spot of lunch. Collecting John from the station we popped in to a local hostelry for a quick pint, or in my case, a shandy! A place of interesting character with interesting characters. it was the tattooed lass with ears that must have been surgically worked on. they were pointed, Dr Spock style, that caught my attention, different, fascinating!
Our way out of Todmorden led uphill, steeply so. Up through woodland, on to open moorland and over to the Great Bride Stones. The pub that used to be by Keb Hill is now a private residence. An interesting piece of navigation through bog and dense vegetation led us over to Jack Bridge and the New Delight pub. They were dog friendly and permitted camping It seemed a convenient place to stop for the night.
After a muggy night,Tuesday looked as if the heatwave we had been experiencing would continue. Much of route for the day was to loosely follow the Pennine Way and the Pennine Bridleway. It was not just the heat that posed a problem, it was the energy sapping high humidity.

 A shop at High Gate farm provided much welcome cold drinks.

 Making our way over toward Lower Gorple reservoir we detoured slightly to visit the Pack Horse public house. Not the friendliest of places.

Rejoining the Pennine Way, we made our way up and over Withins Height End. Descending down toward Top Withins, I noticed a semi clothed guy with a couple of professional looking cameras all set up on tripods. It did sort of register to me as a little odd as it was still some distance to the ruined farm and the cameras were pointed away from the buildings. It was only when Mike pointed out to me that the chap was actually doing naked selfies. looking back and there he was, in the altogether posing in front of the cameras, odd?

It must have been  a hard life, farming so high up on the moor and of course it will always be associated with Wuthering Heights and the Brontes.
Coming down by Upper Heights decisions as to where we were going to camp that night was rapidly decided by a rolling clap of thunder.. We hastened downward to Ponden Hall. A campsite there is marked on the map. Basically a wild camp on private land. Follow a path down through a wooded hill to a clearing by a stream. The shower and loo are back up the hill by a group of holiday cottages. Tents were erected in haste as the sky grew darker and darker. The first drops of rain were falling as we scrambled to get set up. Soon the storm was upon us. Great flashes of lightning, peel after peel of thunder. At times, as the storm rolled overhead, thunder and lightning were almost simultaneous. For over an hour the storm continued.
Wednesday morning broke dry and clear with the promise of another hot day. The campsite was midge infested and we were glad to be away.
Our route began by following the Bronte Way up to Watersheddies reservoir. A machete would have come in very useful. Apart from the rhododendrons, the bracken was over six foot high and wet. One could have hidden a herd of elephants in there! As for the stiles, well, a top rope may have been handy? It is safe to say we found it hard work! By footpaths and a nasty bit of road walking we made our way to the hostelry at Height Laithe Farm. Unfortunately it is a pub no more. By the looks of it, the place is having much cash spent in conversion to a private home. Mind, there was a grand view over the surrounding countryside.
Footpaths led us over to Wycoller. The ruins of Wycoller Hall are quite impressive, if a little enclosed.

It seemed a good spot for a lunch break. There was a tea room, unfortunately closed.

A mixture of lanes and paths led us over to the Black Lane Ends Inn. It was open and dog friendly. The weather was hot and cold drinks were required. Although it was still early, when it was discovered they would let us camp at the rear of the pub, well, it seemed daft not to. Leaving the lads to contemplate the merits of various ales, I went and found our camping spot.
The pub is obviously very popular. By early evening the place was becoming busy. We went over for a meal, large portions served all round. It was becoming a tad too busy for me and I retired early, leaving the guys discussing the merits of various pubs, beers and landlords!
Thursday morning once again saw a heavy dew and hence wet tents. We were away around nine and the day looked as if it was going to another hot one. Footpaths and lanes took us over to Lothersdale.

Heat haze over Lothersdale.

A steady climb up and over Tow Top lane. It was then footpaths and finally lane and road in to Skipton.  John had to rush off for a train while Mike and I visited a local pub. Once again a dog friendly place and Lucky was glad to just snooze in a quiet corner. Possibly not a lot of mileage covered over the three days. The weather was one continuous heatwave and even a  humungous thunderstorm only momentarily cleared the air a wee bit. It was enjoyable and fun though.