The last Sunday in March started sunny but partly cloudy, perfect for walking. We took the quick way up through Mytholm and along the track into Colden Clough.
We noted the newly constructed managed weir on the river just before Lumb Mill. Stopping for a short rest, I realised I had not yet taken photos of the ‘twin trees’ with my new camera. Halfway up the clough, we dallied in the garlic fields to pick a few early season leaves. At Hebble Hole we crossed the clapper bridge, and took the small steps up to Hudson Mill Lane.
We continued along the road, turning left towards Colden Village and onto May’s. I entered the farm shop to buy pies.
I did not pick my moment well: several people arrived at the same time, including a woman in slippers and a dressing gown. As we sat on the bench outside eating the warmed pies, we watched a pied wagtail delicately searching between the cobbles for morsels, and chatted.
Phil suggested the shop had created a culture of dependency within a 500 metre radius. I reckoned the catchment area was somewhat wider as many people drove there. Feeling tired, I checked the bus times but it would be almost an hour until the next one.
We walked down Edge Lane, observing our first field of new lambs, through Popples Common towards Heptonstall. On the edge of the village, I again considered waiting for the bus. Instead, Phil suggested visiting the Cross Inn. We sat in the beer garden supping pints. It started to get cooler with the waning sun. We finally agreed to catch the bus home. A cat followed us to the bus stop. As we waited, I collected rather nice cedar cones form the small park on Hepton Drive.
More photos at: https://1drv.ms/f/s!AjkK19zVvfQtippLMXnh6q5-g4Oxgw