The last Sunday of September 2017, we repeated a typical walk for this time of year. As we crossed the bridge at Hebble End, butterflies devoured blossom from a buddleia tree overhanging into the river.
We ascended Horsehold Road very slowly making frequent stops to catch our breath and for photos of early autumn colours and tiny worlds of moss. It had been a long time since I had made that steep climb. At the gate on the right, we took the path to where the cross is placed at Easter.
Sitting on the bench enjoying the views trees on the other side of the valley looked like models made of sponge. As we continued, we had to dodge quite a few muddy patches and impromptu streams. We emerged in the land of green and red aka Horsehold Wood.
Continuing down to the waterfall, more streams, mud and slippy stones made crossing tricky and rendered me exhausted. It was too damp to sit in our favourite spot. Further up, I perched on a rock at the side of the path and Phil almost sat on a clump of mushrooms. We ate a small picnic before continuing.
Round the bend, a field with beech trees lining the path gave the impression of an avenue.
At the bottom, the ruined house was even more of a ruin. The once-new stream now seemed permanent; stones had been taken from the ruin to try to contain the flow.
Descending to lock number 12, we crossed the canal and briefly turned left to look for blackberries where we had found a bumper crop last year. Alas, we were out of luck. We returned home via the towpath and backstreets.
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