The last Sunday of June, we ascended Palace House Road planning to go straight up to Crow Nest wood.
Initially taking our usual path upwards, we made frequent stops to admire foxgloves in various shades of pink, purple and white and tried to capture bees on camera as they foraged for nectar. Halfway up, I noticed a footpath leading off from the right with a sign pointing up to ‘Bar Cliff’ and suggested we try it for a change.
Along a walled path, we got different views of the town and surrounds and could hear the handmade parade party in the park. We emerged near Weasel Hall, and continued up, following the cobbled New Road (well, I guess it was new once) up and round, noting the different coloured flowers. At the summit, the wind picked up and I held onto my hat until we arrived at Old Chamber.
At the next the corner, we paused to look at grazing sheep: small family groups sat peaceably; lambs bleated and demanded ewe’s milk between munching grass; scruffy adults moulted wool. We turned left and searched for a suitable stone to rest on, finally settling on the verge. A woman passed by, with a mincing gait, which we cruelly mimicked behind her back.
But as we continued down Spencer Lane, care was needed to navigate the close-set cobbles and I laughed at Phil’s delicate steps. “who’s mincing now?”
Reaching the bottom of the lane we took a shortcut back to the narrow lower path through Crow Nest. Passing the quarry, we noticed the stream now headed westwards down the middle of the path for a short distance before tipping over the cliff edge. So that’s where it had disappeared to! We continued until we arrived at the path we had started out on.
Within the hedgerow, a shiny been settling on bramble blossom caught my eye.
I remarked it had been a long circuitous walk considering the small area we had covered. Back on Palace House Road, we took the side lane down to the canal and noted very large balsam plants growing amidst the setts of the run-off, safe from the wrath of the balsam-bashers. We walked along the north side crossing at Blackpit lock to return home via Hebble End.
More photos at: https://1drv.ms/f/s!AjkK19zVvfQtirofLlQswnIIvNq2vQ
Notes:Erringden is derived from the Norse Heyrikdene; Valley of Erik or ‘Valley of the High Ridge’. see: http://www.hebdenroyd.org.uk/erringden/index.html