The grey paving, now slippery and worn, hold testament to its past as an old road. Navigating gingerly as the overgrown path stepped downwards, before widening into a ‘lane’ banked on one side by a moss-covered stone wall.
These, together with the buildings that remain, make it easy to imagine this hidden enclave as a village in days gone by.
Proceeding to a fork in the way, we headed up to Hareshaw wood until we came upon a ‘stone circle’. We then realised we had traversed into Tinker Bank wood.
We considered carrying on going west but the path appeared overgrown and the rain returned.
Instead, we doubled back to the fork and took the downward route from there. This led to a very narrow path between allotments.
We navigated carefully past a large tree whose roots served as steps down, to get onto the riverside path.
We marvelled at the changing flow of Hebden Water.
After a dry summer, recent rain had brought more trees down and the river itself appeared to have shifted to the north with a new waterfall forming.
It emerged near the river just beyond a bowling hut. We carried on up the lane to a posh farm.
The way ahead being marked private, we took a flight of steep stone steps up to Bobby’s lane.
We rested on a bench and examined the miniscule plant life in the cracks of the picnic table whilst trying to fend off all the dogs.
It took us passed what looked like a swamp full of rubbish – not very pleasant. We came out at Windsor View and went into town.
A year on, I had been mostly inactive for two months due to illness. The brightening sky with its promise of better weather lured us outdoors. I found the walk up Moss Lane hard work but persevered. We took the now-familiar right turn towards the old road and again mused over the old buildings and causey stones.
Although patches never saw sunlight and walls dripped with water and damp-loving plants, a crust had formed over the mud making it easy going.
In Hareshaw Woods, we remarked how different it looked from last time we had visited. We discovered a variety of mosses and lichens and interesting holes in dead tree trunks. I tried to find the ‘stone circle’ we had discovered on our first visit but to no avail.
We carried on further along the path above the bowling hut. We crossed over a gorgeous little stream, where mini waterfalls tripped over higgledy piggledy rocks. I surmised that this had been created in the recent floods.
Continuing, we came down onto a paved road near a group of chalets. This ‘little Switzerland’ is a rather odd do – someone obviously had a dream and built it. We crossed the river via a bridge with white railings. I noticed an arch in the wall at water level and joked that it was the entrance to a smuggler’s cave.
We then took the well-trodden route along Hebden Water towards Foster Mill Bridge. Again, changes had occurred, with much sand exposed on the northern banks of the river. An old tree stump I had been documenting for years looked as if it would not last much longer.
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