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  • The Pendle Witch Walk

    Saturday August the 18th this year marked the 400th anniversary of the Pendle Witch Trials. To commemorate this dark time in Lancashire’s history there was a world-record-breaking gathering of Witches and two sponsored walks featuring Pendle Hill in aid of Pendle Hospice. I took  part – yes you did read that correctly, for a short while the Fat Goat was a witch! with adorned hat, cape and a mighty impressive looking broomstick, if I say so myself. And it goes without saying that I did both the low level and high level walks on the mighty Pendle Hill.

    Here is the story of my day:

    I left Southport at the ridiculously early time of 05:55 as light was just beginning to break. I had no intention of listening to Tim (of Tom Tom fame) trying to get me to go via Leyland and onto the M65 – quicker the route may be, but at that time of morning I had no head for left turn, right turn, third at the roundabout etc. I was far happier taking the A59 up to just outside Clitheroe then jumping on the A671  then A6068 towards Barrowford then taking the turn off that would bring me over Noggarth Ridge and into Barley at 7:08. By 7:20 I was dressed in traditional walker’s gear (the hat, cape and broomstick being left in the car for later) and en route for what I had planned on being the “easy” walk which was a three mile romp across the lower face of Pendle Hill facing Barley.

    Photo of the number 6 on the side of Pendle Hill

    Can you tell what it is yet? By the time I’d got back from my first walk the construction of the numbers was complete – well done you very hard working people!

    It was kind of nice and peaceful to have the streets, paths and even the fields to myself. The description that I had been given of the “easy” route was that it started as a split in the usual path that leads up the side of Pendle (the dreaded steps). In reality (at this time of the day) the path was so vague (and as we all know I have had issues with vague paths) that I had no idea as to where it began – so I did the full steps route up to Big End instead. It was hard going! I had many stops and all the time was aware behind me there were men writing 1612 in truly massive letters on the side of the hill, when I first arrived at Barley the “6” had already been completed. By the time I would reach Barley once more the other three numbers were also in place! After some moments at the summit taking in the lovely morning atmosphere – it’s been three years since I last had Big End to myself I surveyed the land for obvious cairns to follow back to Boar Clough. The last time that I came up here aiming to descend Boar Clough I involuntarily went back down via Deep Clough Spring which was incredibly steep and quite wet. I didn’t want to do that again – even if it did take half a mile off the route. Fortunately I successfully followed cairn after cairn the only real problem being that wet peat is incredibly slippery and it nearly had me over on numerous occasions.

    Here are some photos that I took en route:

    Photo of an huge Pendle Hill cairn

    Can you believe that last time I missed this and it wasn’t even a foggy day? In the background are the famous flags that I’d never seen until this day!

    Photo of a Rowan Tree

    The “lonely Hawthorne” which is in fact a Rowan Tree…same family ‘tho!

    Photo of the road passed Lower Ogden Reservoir

    The track down passed the more scenic Lower Ogden Reservoir

    I arrived back at Barley at 9:55. Having reached Big End in one hour and ten minutes; that meant I had taken considerably longer to get down the hill than I had to get up it! I blamed the slippery path down Boar Clough for this but then congratulated myself anyway for not falling down, not having an heart attack and for finally finding where the flag path begins so that I can ascend – descend via Ogden Clough at some point in the future. Here is the route that I took:


    View PWW Route in a larger map

    Photo of ....

    Still at least I was no longer in that queue and look at that obedient dog!

    Photo of a lot of Witches

    I hadn’t seen that many Witches in one place since I worked at Hampsons!

    Next thing on my day’s itinerary was the Guinness World Record attempt at the largest number of people dressed as a witch congregated in one enclosed place…or something like that! Ted Robbins was compare and it has to be said he did a fantastic job! I hate queuing, I hate standing around, I hate being in crowds and I had just walked up and down 900 feet over five miles so was really in need of a good “sit down” which was being deprived to me (didn’t want to get the cape all muddy!). Ted kept my spirits up. We managed to amass a total of 482 witches– let’s hope that nobody beats that record for some length of time as it was really frustrating standing around for half an hour having just walked for five miles…or did I mention that already!

    Photo of the 1612 on the side of Pendle Hill

    Hooray to finishing the 1612 sign but the queues were getting a bit tedious!

    After the GWR I treated myself to another excellent cup of Nescafé from The Cabin before setting off for the second leg of my walks in Pendle for the day. It has to be said that I was feeling the mood, so many people aiming to walk up my favourite hill was instilling in me a desire to ascend it again…the queues soon put paid to that notion. After almost an hour we were at Pendle House, if anything was going to convince me not to do Big End again it was the sight of marshals strung out in an highly visible sign right across the base of the hill…the “easy” route was beckoning and I heeded its’ call!

    Photo of Lower Ogden Reservoir

    Another photo of Lower Ogden Reservoir from Under Pendle(ish)

    If I thought that Boar Clough was muddy (and it was) this had nothing on the “easy” path! That being said, the views were somehow better than normal as what I could now see to my left I could normally only see by either turning around (never a good move on the Pendle steps) or whilst having my socks blown off (metaphor) atop Big End. It was a relief that the queues had thinned out to nothing, now there were groups of four to six, couples and the odd solo walker (like yours truly), this made for swift progress. Although there was a climb and a very definite one at that it was not too long before hitting the apex of the climb where I shared a word or two with various marshals. The mood of the people was excellent and I rejoiced in my decision not to go up the (bigger) hill again. Perhaps this was a sense of elation owing to having broken away from the masses whom I imagined might not be quite so joyous trapped in a queue of hundreds whilst baking away on one of the steepest slopes in England. Finally after after a few gatepost entrances I began the long and steep drop back down towards Barley via one grass slope and the same long tarmac path which I had traversed some hours earlier…even receiving a free bottle of water which was well received as mine had warmed up a bit by this stage.

    Upon arrival at Barley I received my completer medal – and cheekily inquired as to the likelihood of my having two since I had done both walks. I received only smiles for an answer! I did meet with all three of the days organisers, one of whom I had previously informed of my plan to walk to Stang Top Moor, I enlightened him that I would still be doing that…in an hour or so. As one that had completed the course I was entitled to a free beefburger and I consumed this along with another cup of Nescafé and sat down in my car for a few minutes. So far I had covered roughly eight miles. Here is the “easy” route on Google Maps:


    View PWW Route 2 in a larger map

    Photo of Pendle Hill

    1612 – as viewed from across Lower Black Moss Reservoir

    Photo of Stang Top Road

    Stang Top’s Road

    After some moments of rest and relaxation and a general drinking in of the atmosphere around me, I headed off once more for my final walk of the day…to find that illusive ordnance survey column on Stang Top. I walked along Barley Road and took the first right hand turn off which would lead me passed both of the Black Moss reservoirs (Upper and Lower) both of which are bigger and more ornate than the Upper Ogden but not as impressive as the Lower Ogden…a very definite favourite has emerged here! The sky was beautifully blue by now and the sun banged down on me and oh how I wished that I had put any kind of sun block on. Fortunately the views across to Pendle and it’s temporary dressing were a joy to observe. I met a family from Colne walking along the path and we shared many a tale of our various walks within this Forest of Pendle (as it is still known on ordnance survey maps). After gaining from them an oversight into a good route back from Stang Top Moor I bid them farewell as the track led onto Black Moss Road. A right hand turn after some distance brought me onto the single track road that is Stang Top Road and from here after getting confirmation from a couple tidying the hedges I would eventually find that pesky trig point, the existence of which I had been aware for over a year but who’s physical form at close quarters had thwarted me on two previous botched attempts.

    Photo of the trig point on Stang Top Moor

    At last the illusive trig point on Stang Top Moor

    Photo of Stang Top Moor

    Stang Top Moor

    The wall style for which I had been told to keep an eye alert soon came into view and I had half a mind to use it until I noticed the huge gate akin to the field supported no lock. Given my previous experiences with Pendle styles – I tend to twist ankles upon descent, I opted for the gate – even though it proved to be a pain in the rear to close!

    Stang Top Moor is not a pretty place! Think Lake District view then divide by 1,000 and that is its’ wow factor! I had previously read other walkers’ reports condemning the place as a dumping ground – even Pendle advocate Jack Keighley referred to items near to the summit as “Junk”, evidently this has now been cleared up, but the view of Stang Top Moor on its’ own is not worth the effort. The view from its’ summit (actually three metres higher than the trig point) certainly is worth all effort expended in the climb up! My ordnance survey map (OL41) gave me the impression that there was a path which would lead me in the general direction of Barley but a few metres away from the o/s column and indeed there was…which very swiftly became indistinct and then vanished. I had already attempted to simply cross the field and climb over the wall but opted out of this course of action for two reasons:

    1. I could not say for certain that there was not a bull in the next field
    2. The farmer had seen fit to string barbed wire over the top of the wall!!!
    Photo of the Alice Nutter statue at Roughlee

    Alice Nutter – sorry for the image quality (or lack thereof!).

    Thus, as with most of my solo attempts, I had to do a retrace of the steps all the way to the gate and the road beyond. Now came a long, increasingly hotter descent back to Roughlee – although I had never walked Roughlee before the afore mentioned Mr. Keighley has and I could remember gleaning from his works the distance from Roughlee to Barley is negligible at best. When I finally hit the bottom of the hill (thank goodness that I was descending and not ascending in this heat), I was more than a bit relieved to see the sign informing me that there was just one and a half miles to Barley. I did see Alice Nutter – one of the alleged Pendle Witches executed 400 years ago! No, the heat was not having an hallucinogenic effect on me – this is a wonderful commemorative sculpture crafted by David Palmer and brainchild of Pendle councillor James Starkie.

    The one and an half miles back to Barley was not the hardest of the day…but it was probably the hottest. I made my wearily way to my car and removed my three seasons coat as quickly as possible.
    Here is the route of my final walk of the day courtesy of Google maps:

    View Stang Top Trig Point in a larger map

    At 16:45 I began my journey home having spent a whopping eight and an half hours here today, I had walked in excess of thirteen and an half miles and ascended roughly eighteen hundred feet…and loved it all!

    If you would like to know more about the event and a bit of the history of the place and past events surf on over to:http://www.pendlewitchwalk.co.uk

    Here is the Twitter page: https://twitter.com/#!/pendlewitchwalk


  • Pendle Hill and Stang Top Moor

    This is a walk that I put together for a “meet” at the walking forum that was to feature yet another alternate route up my favourite hill of Pendle Hill. However, the weather did intervene and the heavens opened for most of the walk, thus leading me to abandon the notion of ascending the hill via the ridiculously steep “Under Pendle” in favour of the more manageable Boar Clough.

    We started at The Cabin café at Barley Car Park and turned right at the gate. We then immediately crossed the roads to put us on Barley Green – the lane which runs past the Lower Ogden reservoir, in essence this is the first climb as the gentle stroll begins to turn into a more concerted raise. The route levelled out for a short time and then got quite steep for a few yards after passing the lower Ogden reservoir. Again there was a nice general levelling out of our path until encountering the impressive overflow of the Upper Ogden Reservoir. We went up by the right hand side of the reservoir as the path now became considerably more “earthy”…let’s be honest it was downright muddy! I lost track of our original path and we hopped around by the side of a fence then over some very large gritstones until finally hitting the start of the testing ascent of Boar Clough.

    Picture of my three companions at the summit of Pendle Hill

    We made it to the top…and are freezing our asses off!

    The way ahead was now fairly straight forward and not too steep but it can drag on a bit as we begin to count the accompanying cairns. After a few hundred yards the cairns begin to get bigger as we stride on to the approach to Big End and the trig point at the heighest point on both the walk and the hill. Here although a break was necessary the wind was too fierce and cold to justify much standing around and as for the views…the mist had made sure that these were to elude us for today. It did seem a shame that after roughly a mile and an half of ascent we were to be granted to hilltop vista but at the same time my companions were happy to be able to drink in the full eerie atmosphere that is unique to this one iconic hill in the darkest corner of Lancashire.

    Photo of the Barley Steps

    Ahh the infamous Barley Steps…

    Next began a yomp north towards the Downham wall at which we would turn right and drop down the tourist-laden, heartbreaking, sole-destroying, stepped, path down towards Pendle House. The views began to open up as the mist lifted somewhat. At the huge gate at the bottom of the stepped path we stopped for a lunch break and I for one gasped in awe at a strange man attempting to hike litterally up the middle of the hill instead of taking either one of the two well-defined paths to the left or right. Upon resuming our walk we turned left along a tarmac road towards and across Barley Road. From here we took a less obvious track towards the locally infamous farms of Windy Harbour and Salt Pie!

    Photo of Stang Top Moor

    Stang Top Moor

    At Salt Pie we would take a right hand turn down a muddy and slippy path to Foot House Gate, follow the track in-between the two Black Moss reservoirs and on the right hand side take the multi-stone, steep path up towards Aitken Wood. This is our third and final major climb and boy it was one steep pig! Fortunately this didn’t last long and soon we got to cool off for a moment or two as we head off into the northen end of Aitken Wood which is every bit as creepy as Fell Wood at the other side of the village!

     

    Photo of a tree sculting

    Ermmm

    Photo of Forest Mud outside of Barley

    A bit of mud sir? Certainly sir!

    Next we took a left hand turn into the woods in search of tree statues. We spent a little time gazing at the weird and wonderful carvings and sculptings which have been hung in Aitken Wood. The sun decided to pay us a welcome visit and after such a fierce start to the day and ascension it was a real privellege to be able to carefully amble along at a very gentle and manageable pace as we gradually dropped down the hill and towards the hamlet of White Hough. There was a tense few moments as we spied a collection of animals in a field through which we would have to traverse and none of us could determine if these animals were bulls, cows or bullocks! Fortunately these animals paid us scant attention and we were able to cross the field, drop through a small glade of trees and pick up the shaded land through White Hough and ultimately through to the eastern entrance of the car park at Barley visitor center. The entire walk had taken roughly five hours over a distance of 5.72 miles with over 1,575 feet of ascension and descension.


    View Pendle’s Three Climbs in a larger map


  • Peak (Pendle) Practice

    The sun was out and the sky was bluer than even I had wished, so it was off to the village of Barley on Saturday morning for a first ascension of the infamous “steps” since 2010. The reason why I had to go this way was/is because this is the route that I shall be following on the 18th of August when I do the Pendle Witch’s Walk and I didn’t want it to be a nasty shock for me on the day – it will be for anyone that has never encountered these steps prior to their particular ascension.

    I arrived at Barley having taken primarily the A59 all the way up to and through Preston then taking the A671 just outside Wiswell up to the A6068 at Padiham where I headed past Higham and Fence before turning off at St Anne’s Drive then over Heights Road, Spenbrook Road through the centre of Newchurch and down Cross Lane, for some reason my sat nav had decided to send me to “Witches Galore” as opposed to Barley car park; but as I am now familiar with the area I made it to the the said car park for 9.00. At this time there were but four other cars here, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

    The Pendle Inn with the Pendle view

    The Pendle Inn with the Pendle view

    By 9:15 I was walking onto Barley road and was greeted by this wonderful,if only slightly threatening distant view of the steps route that I would have to take today and on the 18th of August. I really could not have wished for better weather and made it a mission statement of the day to simply enjoy the walk in this lovely weather and to not attempt anything in the least bit heroic. As I ambled over one of the three wooden footbridges that I would traverse the realisation of just how noisy the sheep were today began to set in. Stang Top Moor with Aitken Wood atop its’ summit

    With the sky being a nice summer blue – not so clear that the sun beats down on oneself and drains one’s energy, but blue enough to allow for some views that are not normally associated with this rain, cloud and generally grey hotspot. In the grand design of things it has to be said that Stang Top Moor is quite insubstantial, a joy to behold granted but not something that normally imprints itself in the psyche…until this day. Today I could scarcely keep my eyes off it and promised myself that I would return one day strictly with the intention of finding the elusive o/s trig point somewhere at the edge of the summit!

    No slipping and sliding and jumping at Fell Wood today for me!

    No slipping and sliding and jumping at Fell Wood today for me!

    The section of the walk in-between Brown House and Pendle House is always a delight – even in much worse weather than to what I was being treated. Again I drank in the views, this time focusing on the generally ubiquitous and somewhat eerie Fell Wood. Having walked through this gloomy yet captivating little forest with its’ treacherous eastern footpath I was more than a tad relieved that today I didn’t have to skid and slide around that path and I wouldn’t be on edge wondering ‘what was that noise?’ emanating from practically every tree. From here on the walk took on a tougher tone as I traversed the field linking the two “houses” (Pendle and Brown). Soon I would be at the foot of the Barley steps and from there the walk would take on a more arduous character.

    Stang Top Moor with Aitken Wood atop its’ summit

    Stang Top Moor with Aitken Wood atop its’ summit

    Only from some distance had I seen any other walkers – a group of sexagenarians, now as I neared the infamous steps more became apparent as they also tottered their way up the very steep slope, no photograph which I have taken highlights these unfortunate yet masochistic soles so you’ll have to take my word for it…I was not alone. For a moment or two as I dwelt on the threshold (or leaned on a gatepost) I was joined by a little companion who hobbled around searching for items unknown! The time for procrastination was over I now began my assault upon the steps…so from the bottom of the steps to the o/s column there would be no more photographs. At roughly half-way I decided to have a bit of a break for a few minutes. I sat on a rock and watched as others further back down the steps also appeared to be struggling. I waited a few more minutes and eventually invited a chap wearing a “Black Cat Brewery” t-shirt to “pull up a rock” as he also sounded ready for a break. We did the usual guy thing and talked about the toughest hills that we had climbed so far – his was Snowdon, mine was this! Some moments later his wife caught us up so I bid my farewell and shot up the rest of the slope with all the speed of…someone overweight walking up Pendle Hill!

    A distant view of the dreaded Pendle Steps from Brown House.

    A distant view of the dreaded Pendle Steps from Brown House.

    By this time, probably over an hour into the walk; other walkers came into view or bounded up behind me including one family with a rather reluctant son who was being “encouraged” by his mum! This gave me the impetuous that I needed to dig a little deeper into my reserves, I was overtaken by a rather attractive girl and her boyfriend whom both smiled politely as they powered on passed me and at this point I gave way to the “encouraging” mother and her kin (including a dog). Very close to the apex of the path the “encouraging” mother and her family were also now sat on some rocks and after a brief conversation I carried on to the top also passing attractive couple who for some reason now at the other side of the style over which the path to Downham begins.

    The march onto the summit now began as my pace seemed to pick itself up! I glanced over my shoulder to see who was right behind me and noticed with some dread that it was the attractive couple once more! They were physically fit, attractive, dressed in expensive-looking walking gear and spoke with accents that portrayed a certain social standing…but this was my walk, on my hill and I’d be damned if they were getting to the O/s trig column before me. I dug deep, then even deeper and finally after pretty much a three hundred yard jog…I reached the ordnance survey column first, put both hands upon it, thanked God, stumbled to one side and had a good coughing spree!

    The Forest of Bowland Peaks

    The Forest of Bowland Peaks

    The big cairn...with Spence Moor lurking behind!

    The big cairn…with Spence Moor lurking behind!

    It was some moments before I could compose myself and have a slurp of Ginger Ale and a chomp down at one of my rather drab Tesco Chicken Salad sandwiches. I took a number of photos but none of a decent enough quality to be able to discern which hilltops were which, the sky was a bit more hazy at this time and this did not lend itself to clear photography. The wind was beginning to get up a lot as well, the summit of Pendle is never a warm and welcoming place but the views on a very clear day are usually better than what I was experiencing I decided to head off in the direction of Boar Clough sticking to what I believe will be the walk of August 18th.

     

     

     

    The Moss Reservoirs

    The Moss Reservoirs

    Herein lay the problem, I have never descended Boar Clough only gone up it and from 180 degrees the route for me was indiscernible. The rule is generally ‘follow the cairns’ but as a power Nordic-walking couple passed by me I opted to follow them…this would prove to be a mistake as they disappeared into the distance and all that I could recognise was Fell Wood and a reservoir that I assumed to be the Upper Ogden Reservoir which turned out to be the lower one! The route which I had taken back was definitely not the Boar Clough route but it also was quite picturesque and something of a nice diversion – but by goodness was it steep??? At one point I passed by a sign which indicated I could go in one direction towards “Under Pendle” or the direction from which I had stumbled was “Ogden Hill” I recollected seeing this on o/s maps and it was on my “to-do” list – hurray an unexpected tick-off!

    An huge style had the potential of dividing me into two separate people (temporarily!) as I traversed it backwards, my right foot was searching for a step that it would never find but I did manage to keep my balance as I landed on my heels!

    Quite a few more cars now.

    Quite a few more cars now.

    After descending some more and passing through a number of sheep-filled fields I finally hit tarmac no more that an hundred yards away from the path that starts out from Barley as the road Barley Green. This diversion had taken a mile off my journey and it was hard to be disappointed about that bonus! I stopped and chatted to two ladies whom asked me if I had been “up top, was it clear and had I managed to see Blackpool tower”? I replied that I had been at the top via the steps (which made then both ooohhhh and rub their thighs) and that with my eyesight I was lucky to have seen Ingleborough (I forgot to get a photo of that!). The drop down into Barley via the ever-improving Barley Green was sheer walker’s paradise and I made it with joy (the sensation – not a girl I had met!) at the car park and 11:47 – it had taken me just two hours and thirty something minutes to ascend and descend the toughest hill in Lancashire!


  • The Planned walk of Perilous Pendle:

    Well okay it’s only that perilous if you don’t act sensibly

    The Walk of Sunday, 30th October 2011

    At the beginning of the year I had an unspoken vow that I would return to my beloved hill of Pendle Hill at least once per month every month. Sadly, after a good start of going twice in a fortnight: the first time at the end of January, the second the beginning of February, the only other time that I have been in the area has been at the end of July when with Southport Runners Ramblers. They were in surprisingly good form that day and actually managed to make a walk out of a walk – as opposed to the usual fell race! So I wanted to go back at least one more time before the year is out.

    As most of my readers (how are you both doing today?) will recall, there’s a certain longing that I have with regards to going for a walk at Pendle Hill or thereabouts on Halloween, with this event falling on a Monday this year I decided to go for the walk on the preceding Sunday. Owing to a current state of general unfitness I have sworn to not go for any big walks which feature hills until at least October so Halloween’s “Pendle Hill ” walk should satisfy my cravings to:1 go for a walk, 2 to walk up an hill and 3 for that hill to be Pendle.

    So, here’s where I went:

    I crossed over the road from Barley Visitor Centre and onto Cross Lane. This is an extremely steep road and it was with more than a passing relief when I finally descended into Newchurch and eventually took the right hand turn off onto Wellhead Road. 15 minutes of very leisurely walking and much photo-taking saw me reach the tiny, very easy-to-miss gate whereby entry to Saddlers Height is facilitated. It is roughly one year since I first ascended this small but incredibly steep little mound and one year ago I was somewhat shocked to find what appeared to be fresh bones here. I had hoped not to find such a stomach churning spectacle but readily accepted that it takes many years for bones to decompose – they hadn’t! The bones were still present although I hasten to add there didn’t seem to be as many as last year, perhaps a passing dog had treated itself to an alfresco dining experience…in the heart of Lancashire!

    My lack of fitness showed badly at this point in the walk as I desperately struggled to ascend this rather boggy field. The going was heavy and it was about to get much worse as I traversed the style in order to descend the path that runs alongside the eastern edge of Fell Wood. Never before had I seen this path in such a mess and it was quite treacherous to walk. It was with relief that I hopped over the style into Fell Wood where it has to be said the underfoot conditions were markedly better. From the northern exit of Fell Wood I walked down the footsteps which lead to a wooden bridge that is used to cross over what is essentially the begiinings of the giant Lower Odgen reservoir.

    On reaching the other side of the reservoir I ascended the tarmac and stone chippings path that leads uphill towards the Upper Ogden reservoir and its’ mighty, impressive floodgates. Here I took a much needed five minutes time-out as the walk so far had been quite rough on my feet and back! The next stretch was a sharp but mercifully short grit-stone path at the summit of which lies the turn off path to lead to Spence Moor (as I had unwittingly discovered in January this year). Alternatively the path to my right hand side would lead me alongside the northern edge of the Upper Odgen reservoir and towards the Cloughs- Boar and Ogden.

    It has to be said that I had now entered what is and always will be my favourite section of the walk, if not the entire area. There are no “man points” to be gained in ascending Pendle Hill via Boar Clough, such petty self-appointed credits can be earned by doing the ascent up the “Barley Steps” or the nightmare ascent from Merely and Pendleton! What is here is Pendle and Lancashire in exaltation, the shallow valley that is home to the noted “Pendle Water” lies between the cloughs on the one side and the looming lump that is Spence Moor on the other; is a gloriously understated stretch of greenery encased within the confines of two impressive mounds of earth. The famous Pendle Way marker of a witch on a broomstick with a yellow background is replaced here by a more subtle and unaffected “PW” etched upon but an handful of boundary stones – this is not the “Tourist Route” this is the path for the lovers of Pendle! I went through three gates before finally turning right onto the ascent of Boar Clough. The going here was far worse than I had expected. Not wishing to return from my ramble as black as the ace of spades I did at every opportunity avoid as much peat and mud as possible yet still managed to stumble a number of times, on a Summer day this ascension is very easy, in Autumn’s near quagmire the going was taking its’ toll on my physical reserves. At one point the sun was beating down quite mercilessly on my head … in October this bordered on unwelcome seeing as it hadn’t made much of a show during the so-called summer months!

    I passed cairn after cairn en route to Big End, I recalled the urban legend that states there are seven cairns from Boar Clough to Big End…and on this day I think it might have been accurate, possibly the odd one or two may have been dismantled, too many cairns can cause confusion – and begin to look a little ridiculous if there are no more than an hundred yards between them! Finally, after something like two and an half hours after setting off from Barley the ordnance survey tig column came into view and my pace accelerated. Literally dozens of fellow walkers adorned the summit – Pendle is traditionally home to a sponsored walk at Halloween each year, with the day falling on a Monday / school day then the event had obviously been moved to Sunday to bring in as many people as possible (I has surmised that this would happen prior to my visit). To be honest after spending such a long time on my own whilst walking through Newchurch, Wellhead Road and Boar Clough, it was nothing short of a relief to be amongst other people!

    I shared my lunch of a Tesco Roast Chicken Salad sandwich with a determined greyhound the owners of which had put in a cursory request of “Shep don’t beg” (it’s name may very well might not have been “shep” but for the sake of this post it now is!) and spent a somewhat cold ten minutes admiring the scenery – again not the best views were available today as the sky in all directions could be defined as overcast. It was a great joy to see so many fellow walkers atop Big End and it was even more of a joy to observe that most of them had come up the hill via the dubious stepped path which is immeasurably more arduous than my route – if half the distance! Until January of this year I had longed to descend the Barley steps as opposed to ascending them. Actually it is unquestionably physically easier to descend the steps than to ascend them…mentally however, well for the young of mind no problems are posed but for us more advanced in our years or over cautious in our outlook, the route down the steps is an ankle twisting, treacherous drop into a bruise-inducing nightmare of bumps, bends and oncoming terror! Plus there are other ramblers (and their dogs) heading towards you (it is an unspoken right of walkers that those descending any hill should give way to those ascending) and what a joy it was for me to observe people obviously decades younger and scores of kilograms lighter than me to be demonstrating quite visibly their dismay at the ascent! They were knackered too!

    I made it almost to the bottom of the steps without incident, then my mind wandered for but a micro-second and in less than an heartbeat I was flat on my backside with my ribcage being impaled by my own mobile phone as i tripped over items that as of yet remain undefined, I don’t know what got me but the fall hit my ego harder than my body! Fortunately for me as I glanced around the immediate local I could not see anybody pointing and laughing in my general direction (you do get a more succinct breed of walker in this area…or maybe everyone that did see was too knackered to be able to engage in a mighty guffaw!). So it was with a great deal more wariness that I traversed the last mile and an half back to the Cabin at Barley. I saw many people just setting off on their individual and group ascents, I engaged greetings with all whom caught my gaze and thoroughly enjoyed my reduced-speed journey which transformed into a weary throng of travelers. The final stage was incident free – of that I was amazed as the cobbled path just past Ing Ends was covered in wet leaves and at 13:25 I arrived at the little café known as “The Cabin” intent on buying a much needed cup of coffee to drink in the car before leaving for home.

    In time I will forget the pain that my feet endured owing to what I believe to be contraction of the boot! I will regale with laughter the fall at Pendle House, I’ll show no malice to hungry greyhounds and I can pretty much guarantee that I’ll do the same thing next year. Why? Because it’s Pendle, it’s Halloween and I’m just about daft enough to love it all.

    But if I could just manage to be a couple of stones lighter….


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  • Mist Over Pendle

    Well having read the book last summer, it may soon be time to experience the event; as I did have a walk planned for this Friday – the thirteenth!

    The weather forecast for the Clitheroe area for Friday is looking appalling with both a.m and p.m. set to have showers. With September becoming nearer on a day-by-day basis I really don’t want to fall into the habit of “calling off” walks owing to inclement conditions. So I’ll have to go in order to practice having my spirits totally squashed by rain as happened last year on the three peaks walk itself.

    Okay, there were more reasons as to why I didn’t complete last year’s walk other than the weather: poor physical condition, poor clothing choices, the astounding speed at which my colleagues bounded up Pen-y-ghent! Take your pick! My walks this year put me in a better stance, their distance and in the case of that shocking climb up the north side of Winter Hill, the terrain will (I’m sure) better prepare me for similar conditions in September. Nothing other than experience will prepare me for inclement weather. As I have already stated…I have to go…on Friday.



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