On the final Saturday of April, we had arranged a walk and lunch with Marisa. I started the day feeling tired and a slightly ill but well enough. The weather (cloudy and changeable) made us reluctant to go far and she suggested a different way up to Heptonstall. A walk across town and over Foster Mill Bridge took us to the steps leading to Hollins. Pausing to catch our breath, we admired the bark and twisty branches of a wayside sycamore tree. We continued through the hamlet and entered Tinker Bank Wood.
We kept to the pretty lower path where luscious grass was interspersed with clumps of bluebells. Stepping over the tiny stream, we came down alongside Hebden Water and climbed up a rough track. We arrived at a massive farm which appeared to be being converted into a horsey holiday camp. They also had a rather impressive if alarming collection of military vehicles! Are they getting ready for a post-Brexit Britain?
We climbed the long flight of stone steps to Bobby’s Lane and had to rest at the top before continuing. Walking eastwards to the next junction we took left turn. Picturesque old stones underfoot and a variety of tree life either side provided plenty of interest.
We emerged at Lee Wood Road where we crossed and examined the marker post before ascending up of Northwell Lane. This gave us great views across the valley and eventually led to Heptonstall. In the White Lion, we supped pints and had fun reading the place mats (mine had the grim tale of a murderous Coiners plot) while awaiting our food.
We agreed on a quick way back home and detoured through the village to locate the village stocks opposite the old co-op yard. Marisa showed us the ‘Corpse Road’ which travels parallel to Heptonstall Road. I had been unaware of this path although I worked out that we had taken various parts of it previouslyi. Again, we admired different views down the valley and varied plant life including a wild cherry tree, while avoiding the muddy spots.
We spiralled down to the bottom of Eaves wood, noting the old stone carved with the initials ‘W.G.’. On Heptonstall Road once more, Marisa invited us in for a cuppa but I had become very tired and slightly unwell. We walked her to her front door and commented on her tidied up garden, said our goodbyes and returned via the Cuckoo Steps.
i. For further information on the Corpse Road see: http://www.hebdenbridgehistory.org.uk/folklore/the-last-road.html
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