A gorgeous July evening, Marisa arrived for an evening stroll and dinner. With no firm plans, we stepped outside to admire hydrangeas in the garden until Phil was ready to join us. After some debate, we settled on Stubbing’s the long way round. We ascended the Cuckoo Steps a short stretch, entered ‘Robin’s Park’ and took the path to Heptonstall Road. Crossing the road, we continued to Church Lane and commenced the steep climb. At the corner of Bank Terrace, I had to pause for breath and noticed the lovely view of St. James’ Church tower framed by green leaves and lilac.
We discussed the chimney of Bankfoot Mill – quite a way from the mill buildings that sat in the valley bottom. Marisa told me that what looked like an overgrown path by the side of the chimney was the original flue. We continued round and down Savile Road.
We agreed that the ‘danger keep out’ signs were probably designed to deter trespassing on private land rather than for any concern for the general public.
On the opposite side of the road, a red brick wall arrested our attention: optimistic ferns and poppies had populated the cracks and niches while some housed snails.
A little further on, Marisa suggested detour to a picturesque small wood nearby. Up a lane, opposite ‘Treetops’ bungalows we found a gap in the hedgerow. Crouching to avoid being pricked by holly bushes, we entered the lovely woodland of oak and silver birch.
A rusty memorial to a local architect stood to the left as we carried on into a glade. Several paths led on up to Rawtenstall but without refreshments, we had run out of steam to climb further. I declared I needed liquid. We retraced our steps back to Savile Road and continued down back to the main road. We crossed over and travelled the short distance to Stubbings.
Marisa found seats by the canal while Phil and I fetched drinks and menus. We ordered food and admired a family of ducks on the canal. Just before our meals arrived, a group of women with dogs arrived Oh no! I thought, that’s bad timing!
However, they were quite well-behaved apart from the inevitable begging. The food was all good but Marisa struggled to finish her lamb and gave some to the black Labrador by her feet. A breeze picked us as we decided to return home.
We walked along the towpath surveying the stricken weeds that an elderly man had attacked with a stick. Further on, a pair of geese watched from the water’s edge as their offspring rooted amongst plants on the other side of the path. Wary of getting between parent and child, we paused until we deemed it safe to continue. Marisa and I walked quickly past the hissing pair while Phil shouted “what about me!” I laughed. A couple walked towards us. As they approached, Phil snuck by and said to the man “you’re alright, you’ve got a stick”. I said I would get him a goose stick!
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