In July 2013, almost a year after my last day at work, in the midst of battling my employers I felt highly stressed. To take our mind off things, we planned a summer visit to Stoodley Pike.
We climbed up Horsehold Road to the hamlet of the same name. It suddenly dawned on us that the collection of old farm buildings was once a village and could be used as a location for historical TV dramas.
Continuing to Pinnacle Lane, we headed upwards until a herd of huge cows blocked our way.
Due to my heightened adrenaline levels, and Phil convinced that all cows were intent on murder, I became panicky and refused to go any further.
We turned back and took ‘Crag Lane’ until we emerged onto the pleasingly named Cock Hill Moor. This proved tussocky but dry underfoot due to a good summer.
Round the corner, we could see Halifax to our right and the Upper end of the Calder valley to our left for fantastic panoramas.
Finding a spot where the tussocks thinned out somewhat, we sat to enjoy a picnic and picked out landmarks and other walking routes we knew. On our descent, we were fairly confident on the way to Spencer Lane. However, we were mistaken and had to double back down a steep slope. I managed this okay but unfortunately Phil twisted his bad ankle.
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