A sunny mid-July Tuesday, I arranged to meet Marisa for a long-overdue trip to Gaddings Dami. We caught a bus to Todmorden bus station and had a short wait for the Mankinholes circular. Initially, the tiny bus took us the way we had come but then turned right to climb Shaw Wood Road. Round the houses, through Mankinholes, past the Top Brink Inn, we arrived at Lumbutts. We alighted opposite the Shepherds’ Rest and went through the gate. Marisa consulted me on a choice of three paths up. She was not keen on the straightest and most popular option, heading steeply upwards and I did not fancy the ’quarry path’ which she informed me was quite a bit longer. We settled on the third option, taking us along an ancient saltway. Old stone paving became rough gravel further up.
The impressive boulder took on different aspects circumnavigation, looking decidedly like a chicken from the other side.
A little further on, we caught sight of the steps leading up to the dam. Although we had almost reached our destination, the buffeting north wind blew across Walsden Moor making the climb arduous. At the top of the dam wall, the wind became fiercer and I really wondered what on earth I was doing up there! I walked away from the water’s edge to escape the worst of it.
Turning a corner Marisa spotted her friend J in the water who invited her to jump in but we walked on to the beach. Guessing which person was her friend’s partner, we introduced ourselves. I parked on the beach created by the yellow sandstone to rest while Marisa changed and went straight into the reservoir. P sat at water’s edge adamant it was too cold for swimming. I tentatively paddled and agreed it was bloody freezing! Then he took the plunge and lay face down in the water. “that’s brave!” I said. He then badgered me to do likewise but I stuck to my guns. After the brave ones had swum, we spent an enjoyable hour or so on the beach, chatting and sharing snacks. A line of hikers marched across the moor, silhouetted against the western sky: “It’s a Lancastrian invasion!” we joked. In truth, it was probably an end-of-term school outing.
We consented to return via ‘the quarry path’. It proved incredibly picturesque with fine views of the surroundings and birds of prey circling above. However, I did not find it as gentle as Marisa had suggested. Being sheltered from the wind it became hot necessitating short stops for rest and water. The descent took easily twice as long as our ascent. Back at the pub, we said goodbye as J&P retrieved their car. Luckily, we discovered a bus due. It took us via Walsden back to Todmorden. An interminable wait ensued at the bus station as three buses in a row sailed past displaying ‘not in service’ signs. Eventually, one arrived to take us home. I asked the driver what was going on. “They’re all lazy” he said dismissively – very helpful! During the journey I was so tired that I started falling asleep. Marisa declared “It’s such a lovely evening I think I’ll go for another walk”.
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