Saturday 17th April 2021 - Lanes and tracks east of Galgate
The priority today was to avoid a repeat of the 20th November 2020. That was the last "walk" I didn't have with Bowland Climber since the last Lockdown. I had left the engine running on my car at home to defrost, and then came back inside, then setting off leaving the car keys in the house. Arriving and parking at Hoddlesden I found I couldn't re-start the car without the magic key. The walk was aborted. I arrived back home several hours later on the back of a Green Flag transporter. See the link below if you want more detail.
I was looking forward today to being able to walk on new terrain together with a good friend, but failed in my vow to avoid high drama similar to last November 20th.
A circular walk just short of eight miles was plotted and I met BC to park just off M6 Jct. 33. Slightly boring fields climbing steadily gave way to more interesting tracks and lanes passing through a number of isolated farms. The scenery became better and better including a bonus trig point. We noticed an unfamiliar feature ahead on the OS map showing rows of geometrical squares on either side of a minor road over a two hundred metre distance. We altered the route slightly to investigate. Inspection suggested these were dilapidated remains of brick built ammunition storage units from WW2 erected at supposedly prudent distances apart, and located in the-middle-of-nowhere.
I have often written about having no problem with my own company, but I have missed walks with good friends and found myself perhaps approaching the limits of enforced isolation. Today was a massive boost to my wellbeing, apart from the grand finale - read on...
About half a mile from our finish we took a short footpath to avoid some road walking.
Only having done short walks over the last six months or so with the odd six miler thrown in I think I was tiring a little and just after climbing the umpteenth stile I tripped on a small dead branch which I had noticed and cautioned myself to avoid. I went down with force onto my forehead driving my neck down into my spine like forcing a reluctant jack-plug into its hole. I had a huge area of pain all across my left shoulder as though it had been wafted with a blow-lamp and my neck was pretty painful. I recovered fairly quickly except for ongoing pain and discomfort and we arrived back at the cars with no further bother. After hot bath and a good meal which thankfully I found had been prepared by my son I was off to bed by 8:30 leaving unopened an intended bottle of red.
It is now Monday and although my neck is still stiff I am more or less recovered that was a close run thing - I could have been in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.
|Mushroom farm opposite the gate leading into the fields for our proper start.|
|On the aforementioned gate why had they gone to the trouble of painting the latch yellow? I think many of these gates have been funded by the EEC|
|After a couple of these mundane fields we had left the roar of the M6 behind to walk on more amenable paths and tracks|
|BC started chatting to this guy who at first ignored him. He then apologised, explaining that he was counting twenty eight turns on an adjusting handle of his grass sowing machinery|
|Distant view of Lancaster University|
|I just liked the look of this|
|One of several isolated farms we passed through. Here we had chatted to a guy who was re-painting the front fender assembly of a VW van - a project that had been on-going for three years - the progress so far of haphazardly applied primer didn't bode well for the finished result|
|One of the better of many many stiles|
|Typical of the terrain we were covering except to say we were actually off route here - good conversation detracts from careful navigation and I prefer to have it that way round rather than the opposite.|
|Our bonus trig point with classy dry stone walling to accompany|
|Here they had a flagpole with the union jack, but see the sign on their gate below.|
|One could have an odds on go at the meaning but can anybody translate for certain? Surely their word for "dog" doesn't have so many letters?|
|WW2 ammunition store remains. There were rows of them on either side of the road. See depiction on map below|
|This and the next two photos were taken on a wrong camera setting. I applied "auto colour correction" in Photoshop Elements to the other two with quite good results|
I don't know how old this is but the inscription reads"Bamords' (sic) Perfect Root Cutter." I guessed
this must relate to JC Bamford of JCB fame but they were only founded just after the war and this item dates back, I think, to the early 1900s.
|Here we were off route. The proper path came in from the right over the near stile. We had to do a mini Grand National to get back on course. No, We didn't go through the top two slats on the gate, just my omission with Elements eraser.|
|Ammunition remains not shown on OS 1:50 - see below on 1OS 1:25|
|Red dots show our diversion from original plot|