A fine and dry Sunday in early April, we remarked on the contrast with the snow and rain of the previous Easter weekend.
We strolled along the towpath of the Rochdale Canal where daffodils created pretty reflections in the still water. We entered the bustling Calder Holmes Park.
Dogs chased balls; kids chased around on scooters; footballers played; skateboarders wheeled up and down the slopes, listening to rap. (Just like being in ‘Da ‘Hood’!)
Taking the path alongside the river, elderly men sat contentedly on benches as we admired blossom and tree bark. At the station, we ascended Wood Top Road, where more photogenic bark and bright green lichen punctuated the sloping woodland.
As we climbed we detected bleating. New lambs gambolled cutely in the adjoining field, occasionally returning to their mothers. Near the fence, a set of twins nibbled twigs. One of the pair looked straight at me for a close-up shot.
We headed towards Stubb Clough before I realised it would be very muddy and double-backed through Wood Hey Farm and upwards to the corner of Spencer Lane.
Turning left along Wood Hey Lane and onto Park Lane, we enjoyed idyllic country scenes until we reached the edge of the Nest Estate.
I wondered if there was a shortcut rather than going all the way into Mytholmroyd. The amusingly titled ‘Roger Gate’ sported a sign to ‘Stubb’. We followed, down a beautifully maintained lane. A blackbird conveniently perched in a tree for more animal shots. Stubb Field recreation ground contained more than its fair share of warning signs alongside an empty noticeboard.
At the end of the lane, the very large ‘Stubb House’ faced us. From a choice of two routes we followed arrows pointing to a tiny gap in a stone wall. Down a narrow path edged with hedges, to steps onto a green railway bridge, I hovered at the top with a touch of vertigo.
On the other side of the tracks, we continued till we could see the road, and considered the options. Eschewing the route which would take us past the scrap yard, we turned left to a picturesque stone bridge.
Complete with old stone gate posts, we imagined horses and carriages trotting along. A small terrace of old houses on the main road was labelled ‘Hawksclough’. I marvelled at how many times we must have seen this without actually noticing it. Across the road, I briefly examined The Square, noting it looked just as old.
We cut across grass to get back onto the canal and rested at lock 7 where Canada Geese paddled in the fast overflow. We returned home via the towpath, remarking on how long we’d been out without going very far. But we had enjoyed discovering more about this little area between Hebden and Mytholmroyd.i
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