A mid-September Sunday, we caught the bus upwards. Alighting at Slack Top, crows, horses and harvesting added to the pastoral scene. Behind the fields, the church tower peeked out amid the tree line, as if it was growing out of the hills. .
We crossed the road to examine the milestone and interesting signs.
Walking through Popples Common, we marvelled at strange carved stones and at the view towards the vanishing point, redolent of the mid-west.
As we reached the brow, we turned up Crack Hill (with inevitable chuckles!) and walked along Edge Lane, enjoying the tranquil scenes with grouse in a field, old ruins and gate posts.
At May’s Farm Shop we bought cheese pies to eat on the picnic bench outside.
I strolled around the farm buildings and snuck in the old cow shed to look at ancient stalls and interesting junk.
We then backtracked along Edge Lane until we came to a sign pointing down towards ‘Pennine Way’ and ‘Hebble Hole’.
The path looked very old and narrow, edged with dressed stone, wooden fence posts and rickety gates. We crossed Colden road once more and continued following the signs.
This took us over gates and styals, round the side of a large house and down through more fields.
We arrived at a flight of steep small steps. Water and mud made them potentially treacherous. Descending carefully, we emerged just above the bridge at Hebble Hole. Traversing the bridge, we had the glade to ourselves for once. We sat peacefully, admiring trees and reflections in the water – like fairyland. We then crossed back over the bridge and took the familiar quick route home through the clough.
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