It was grey and cold start last Wednesday. We considered a trip to Bradford for an exhibition and lunch, when a hint of brightness tempted us to go walking instead. As it turned out, HRH Wills & Kate were in the city the same day and visited My Lahore; one of our favourite eateries so we had a lucky escape!
We walked via the canal and park, hurrying over the aqueduct which is always colder no matter the season, to the station and popped in to collect tickets for a planned rail excursion next week. While there, I took a few black and white as part of a new project.
We ascended Wood Top Road. At the top, direct sunlight began to warm us up somewhat. Past the old farmhouse, I was struck by the quaint post box on the telegraph pole at the corner of Carr Lane.
At the junction with Spencer Lane, wet cobbles sparkled in the glare. Turning left onto Wood Hey Lane, we dodged several puddles and impromptu streams following seemingly weeks of rain. Stubb Clough resembled a quagmire making me glad we had not taken a short cut across fields. As we reached Park Lane, I remarked that we had taken the route several times during summer and spring but rarely in winter.
In place of new lambs, large sheep still sporting thick fleeces, munched lush grass. A couple of dog walkers were the only other human occupants of the lane. A large woman with a large dog courteously stood aside for us to pass. Shortly after, another woman with a small dog approached from the opposite direction. The juxtaposition made me giggle. We continued down Nest Lane and took the sharp right-hand bend into Mytholmroyd village.
Keen for shots of historic buildings, I tried to determine if Elphaborough Close was the location of a long-gone hall of the same name. Views of The Shoulder of Mutton and adjacent buildings were hampered by seemingly never-ending roadworks. We had planned lunch at the Riverside Café. Unfortunately, it is now shut.
Reaching Burnley Road, we navigated yet more roadworks and crossed to Grange Dene Yard. The Blue Teapot proved cosy and provided tasty veggie fare. While waiting for our food, I perused leaflets of suggested walks from the village and discovered another way of reaching Scout Rock which I aim to try in spring. As we came back out into the cold, the wind blew straight at us and I felt freezing after the warmth of the café.
Hordes of school kids infested the road so we escaped back onto the towpath. Along the canal, we observed the former site of Walkley’s Clog mill had been totally flattened. A very strange sight. Further down, beer bottles surreally staying upright, floated gently in the wind, while a child’s car seat resembled a small boat. Detritus deposited by the recent storm no doubt.