A week into April, we deemed it dry enough to venture up to the lower part of Midgely Moor in search of archaeology we had not seen on our visit last summer. The warm Saturday sunshine had brought hordes of people into the town centre. Not tempted to join them, we passed by the busy pubs on our way to the bus stop on Commercial street. As the bus to Old Town turned the corner onto Heights Road, I realised we had reached the golf club. We pressed the buzzer and the driver let us off a bit further down the road (a tad grumpily).
We took in the views and hedgerow features before walking the few metres back to the club entrance. At the corner, we tried to avoid making ‘selfies’ while taking shots of the mirror on a pole and watched the antics of chickens. We walked up the drive and cut across the pleasant golf course to the gate onto the footpath.
Reaching the top, we checked the map and determined that the enclosure we searched should be behind the nearby quarry. On entering, we sat awhile to enjoy the sun and debated our next move. Phil thought he had a found a route. We started climbing and spotted a likely mound. But the way proved tricky, not being an actual path. Scrambling back down, we turned left to continue on the proper path. Just before the next gate, we noticed another path leading up sharply on the left.
This took us to the top of the quarry where we observed grouse screeching as they flew away from us between a series of mounds.
I wondered if the whole area had been a burial site. We kept going on small paths in the direction of Lane Ends.
They led us down through moorland vegetation and onto a track churned with mud by cattle and tractors. We kept along the edge of a stone wall to avoid the mud but had to crouch beneath low-hanging thorn trees. Eventually, we found a safe course back onto better paths once more and soon found ourselves back on Heights Road. At the Hare and Hounds, we commandeered a table on the patio. We enjoyed the sun while eating, drinking and chatting for over 2 hours.
Deciding to walk back down to Hebden in the ‘golden hour’ proved an excellent choice: the moon rose over the moor; spring flowers adorned the hedgerows. We stayed ‘up tops’ as long as possible, taking Raglands Lane to Dod Naze then down into Common Bank Woods to witness gilded trees in the glowing light.
I stumbled on a tree branch and landed on my bad knee. I sat in the dirt for a while recovering but no damage had been done and I said it would have hurt more if I hadn’t had 2 pints!
Back in town, we considered another drink. However, the sight of people who had been drinking all afternoon put us off so we headed home.
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