Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018

Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018
Showing posts with label Yorkshire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yorkshire. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 March 2019

23 and 24 March 2019 – Spurn Head and the Yorkshire Wolds

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An assortment of some 32 of Sue’s old university friends and hangers on assembled at Beverley Youth Hostel for a weekend in south Yorkshire. The hostel is next to the Minster, pictured above, that regrettably we didn’t manage to find time to explore.

Most of us managed to congregate on Friday evening in a small room at the Tiger Inn, a rather jolly place with a small band filling the room next door.


On Saturday morning, Sue, Keith and I used Hull parkrun (report here) as an aperitif for a walk from Easington to Spurn Head and back.

There were about 24 of us on this 23 km stroll that involved less than 30 metres ascent! We started from outside All Saints Church in Easington, a tedious drive from Hull.

The church was apparently built on Saxon footings and contains the remains of various nearby church yards that have been taken by the sea on this heavily eroded coastline.


We were soon romping along beside Easington Clays and the Mouth of the Humber. Carol looked a bit weighed down, and we soon discovered the reason. Ken had kindly made up some bacon and sausage butties for the runners who had failed earlier to take full advantage of his full English breakfast. Thanks both, that was delicious.


The birds don’t come out very well in the next picture, but there were flocks of Knot, Dunlin and Turnstones, and a few Oyster Catchers – and probably many more.


If you click on the next picture you’ll see an array of offshore wind turbines beyond the remains of an old jetty.


The lighthouse is in active use next to this busy waterway.

 
Lunch was taken on the sands at Spurn Head, beyond the Pilot Station.

 
No doubt pilots are needed to assist huge vessels like this one.

 
It was a completely flat walk, but nevertheless quite tiring through the soft sand.

 
 
We returned more or less the way we had come, apart from a tedious section of dead straight roadway at the end, passing St Helen’s Church on the way. This appears to be a private dwelling, and a nearby notice asserts that since 14 December 2018 it has been deemed to be a building of special or historical interest and must not be altered without permission. Perhaps it will just be left to fall down.

 
Here’s our 23 km route. An interesting walk, but one that we are unlikely to repeat.

 
Sunday dawned sunny, again, but with a brisk, cold wind.

The hostel car park apparently has room for six vehicles. Or so they say.

 
Today Ken had it easy – his European breakfast was a little easier to assemble than his English variety, but was just as tasty.

 
You get a good view of the Minster from the hostel grounds – the next two pictures, the second featuring the hostel, were taken from the same place.


 
Then most of us headed off to Fridaythorpe, with some cars being abandoned in Bishop Wilton, enabling us to enjoy an 18 km stroll from point to point in the Yorkshire Wolds.

Some of us waited for nearly an hour by the village green whilst others faffed with their cars. Not to worry, we had plenty of time, and there was a convenient shelter to wait out of the cold wind with the view below.

 
I can’t remember the last time, if ever, I visited the Yorkshire Wolds. They house pleasant dales like the one shown below – Horse Dale.


 
Today there were quite a few undulations. Here we are approaching Cow Dale.

 
Primroses were nicely in flower near Huggate.


 
For much of the day we followed the well signposted Yorkshire Wolds Way footpath, passing this fine marker post near York Lane.

 
With seventeen of us on the walk, including Tom, frequent pauses were needed to allow the backmarkers to catch up. Here we all managed to assemble at Pocklington Lane.

 
A bit further on, all seventeen of us sheltered behind a gorse bush in order to enjoy lunch out of the wind. Pork pie, cheese and tomato butties, boiled eggs, brownies and chocolate caramel shortbread were nicely washed down with our flask of tea.

 
After that, tiring bodies were hauled up Sylvan Dale.


 
Then we deserted the Yorkshire Wolds Way in favour of the Minster Way. There are lots of named walking routes hereabouts. The Minster Way led us down to the outskirt of the village of Millington.

 
Pleasant paths drew us past the isolated church pictured below, and through Great Givendale, towards our final destination.

 
The following image of walkers ignoring the Fleece Inn at Bishop Wilton is a bit misleading. Only the drivers walked past the pub, as they had to be taken back to Fridaythorpe. The rest stayed ensconced in the pub for a few minutes whilst their steeds were recovered.

 
From the same position as the last image, the view of Bishop Wilton village seems to me to be reminiscent of Hutton-le-Hole, further north.

 
Here’s the route – 18 km with about 450 metres ascent. A very pleasant outing that took about 4.5 hours and left us with plenty of time to get home for tea.

 
Thanks again to Sue W for organising another excellent weekend.

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PS Special thanks to Sue B for providing some of the photos.

Monday, 25 March 2019

Saturday 23 March 2019 – Hull parkrun number 475


This parkrun was by of being an ‘aperitif’ for a walk, on a weekend based in Beverley, near Hull.
 
Sue, Keith and I got to East Park in good time. There’s a café here, which was open by the time we finished the run. Lots of seating. Slow service.

Anyway, it was a fine morning and Sue and Keith warmed up energetically outside said café.


We found various things to do before starting the run amongst 655 runners and walkers who had assembled for this popular event.


Keith muscled his way to start near the front, whilst Sue and I started well back amongst the masses, costing us a good few seconds. Not to worry, it’s not a race, but it did take me a while to catch up with Keith.

The course is wide and flat, on a firm surface, so once escape has been made from the crush at the start, runners can expect to enjoy fast times.

With only two scanners in operation, some finishers had a long wait in a funnelled queue. Sue is pictured below in that queue, by coincidence next to one of her colleagues at work.


The queues for the two scanners can be seen to the left and the right of the photo below of Sue’s colleague, Chris, and his dad, also Chris, flanked by Sue and Keith, on the sunny morning before we adjourned for coffees.


All three of us were pleased with our times, Sue breaking the 25 minute barrier, a rare event, and Keith and me getting satisfactorily below 23 minutes and just scraping into the top 100!

Full results are here.

Sunday, 15 April 2018

Saturday 14 April 2018 – Not The Calderdale Hike

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I’ve been taking part in the Calderdale Hike for many years. See here for more reports.

Having thought that the date clashed with the Manchester Marathon, I thought I wouldn’t be taking part this year, and having done that marathon I felt I needed a bit more recovery time before setting out on a 22 mile challenge walk.

So I didn’t start the Calderdale Hike. If I had done I might have captured the above image of the Rochdale Canal near Luddenden a little earlier in the day!

Instead, Sue and I cycled along to Wythenshawe Park, where I lined up with a few other masochists (below). Other parkrunners, eg Sue Strickland, should also have been on parade but didn’t turn up on the day. It was a very sociable occasion featuring deep mud and slithery grass. I wore trainers with smooth soles. A mistake, but 25.47 was an acceptable time for 5km on my first run since the marathon and it didn’t seem to make a sore knee any worse.

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After lunch I headed off to Calderdale and parked in Luddenden for a short jaunt and an encounter with Calderdale Hikers.

The towpath at Luddenden is being re-laid. It’s good to see this canal infrastructure being maintained.

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It’s daffodil time in Calderdale. Rarely did they leave my field of vision on this walk.

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An interesting overflow system. The water from the full canal escapes down the cobbled incline to a stream, with walkers using the planks to the right.

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Here’s the lock at Brearley, where I forsook the canal and headed up towards Nab End.

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The ascent was directly into bright sunshine – what a delight to see and be warmed by that after the recent dull, cold weather.

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Looking back to Wheatley Royd Farm, all was well with the world.

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It was a long but leisurely haul up to Nab End, from where there are expansive views towards Hebden Bridge.

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Signs proclaim that the quarry is open ‘Only to Pedestrians’, for health and safety reasons. I can only interpret that as a ban on climbing the quarry walls.

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Nab End is often the site of a Calderdale Hike checkpoint, but the Hike routes (22 and 40 miles this time) are changed every three years, with the change this year being to celebrate the 40th running of the event, and Nab End not being used this time.

The road to the quarry is clearly rather old, with the stones having been worn down by many years of use before the days of the pneumatic tyre.

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After Nab End my path descended gently to Sowerby, where St Peter’s church is just visible in the centre of the next image.

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Some of the dry stone walling in this area is truly wonderful.

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My cross-country route brought me out at Well Head Lane, from where it was an easy stroll into Sowerby, where St Peter’s church stands in a prominent position at a ‘Y’ junction.

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My plan was to visit the Calderdale Hike HQ at the cricket club. The usual team was on duty, all looking rather mustardy – the ladies in the kitchen were really bright yellow…

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I took more pictures but accidentally deleted them when the phone told me it had run out of space. Anyway, in exchange for a donation equivalent to the entry fee, I received a nice cuppa but felt I had to decline the generous offer of a special 40th anniversary medal featuring Stoodley Pike, past which the hike often passes.

After chatting at length with some of the finishers enjoying a laze in the sunshine outside the cricket pavilion, I headed back down to the canal, with good views to Luddenden and beyond.

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Crossing the River Calder, the debris lingering in high branches of the trees lining the river, was a reminder that the weather isn’t always this benign.

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Between the river and the canal lies a resplendent meadow, empty of everything but grass, and signs that indicate that anyone venturing onto this pristine place does so at risk of dire consequences.

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I’d been meeting various hikers. The 22 milers were ambling gently along, whereas the 40 milers were dressed to run, and were doing their best to do just that. The last checkpoint before the finish was situated at the easy to miss turn off the canal before the ascent back up to Sowerby. I chatted to the marshals. They told me they were usually at a chilly Nab End, whereas this year they can enjoy a warm spot by the canal. They would be there for some hours yet.

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A mile post told me I was 2 miles from Sowerby Bridge, and in the other direction, 30 miles from Manchester. I’ll have to do that on a bike sometime. (Good training for a TransAlp bike ride!)

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At Luddenden, a small sculpture (a ball of wool?) graces the towpath, together with an information board that explains that following its completion in 1804, the canal was the motorway of its day. Hereabouts it was lined by huge mill buildings that have long since been demolished. There’s an extensive industrial heritage that I haven’t time to go into here.

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Here’s my route, a very pleasant 12.5 km, with 300 metres ascent, taking me three hours, and not worsening my sore knee.

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All today’s pictures were taken with my Samsung S5 phone.

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