Old Mill Lane

Old Mill Lane

Thursday 27 October 2016

Wessenden Valley and West Nab

I have been enjoying the jottings of the late Roger Redfern, who used to write an occasional Peak District Diary for The Guardian. His article from October 1987 says that "Over many years' observation it has been established that the days around 25th October coincide with the pinnacle of autumn colour in this country". The light recently has been magnificent and the wild moors have looked wonderful.

Brian and I set off for, what proved to be, a pretty arduous walk from Meltham, along the top of the Wessenden Valley. The view back towards Standedge was tremendous.










































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This is big country and confirms one's insignificance, should one need it confirming.




























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Man has left his mark with reservoirs and sluices but little else.










































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We passed West Nab on our descent to Meltham but did not have the energy to climb it. I encouraged Brenda to join me in the ascent the following day and we were rewarded with fine views.
































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Retirement has given me a bit more energy to visit places that I have wanted to explore for years. Leek is a charming market town which prospered as a silk spinning centre. Ford House has a wonderful long window and as there are no pictures on the internet from the inside I have had to do an artist's impression from without.











































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No jiggery pokery was required for the image of a fabulous, probably Slough made, Traction Avant. The Wikipedia article is interesting e.g. developing the car bankrupted Citroen

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citro%C3%ABn_Traction_Avant













































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Brenda and I had to give up on a walk to Longnor because of deep mud but found this abandoned farmhouse, in the village of Sheen, before we got bogged down.































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On a damp descent of Dovedale my attention was focused on not slipping on the limestone paths and I'll have to return on a dry day to explore its dramatic caves and cliffs.













































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I had driven past signs to Old Glossop for years and was glad to take the road less travelled.




































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The old Huddersfield Infirmary looked rather sad in the ruins of a former college.












































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