Hebden Bridge to Halifax 25/10/20

11.5 miles, via Machpelah, Birchcliffe, Wadsworth Lanes, Height Road, Foster Clough, 

 Han Royd Bank, Midgley, Thorny Lane, Dry Carr, Luddenden Dean, Low Bridge,  

  Throstle Bower, Saltonstall, Caty Well Bridge, Crossroads Inn, Mount Tabor, Dodgson Wood, 

   Pellon, Mount Pleasant, Cross Fields, and the Piece Hall.

It's probably been observed here before, but when the clocks change, it's possible to trick yourself into an early start on Sunday morning as your body is yet to re-tune itself to the hour gained with the resumption of GMT, and this is particularly useful when your Saturday washes out and a much, much brighter day is projected to follow it, so getting ahead of the limited services to Calderdale means that you can be alighting the 9.20am train at Hebden Bridge without having broken you weekend sleep patterns, and all sorts of prepared for a turn along the north side of the Calder valley for a change. What you aren't ready for is the hiss of rain that passes over as you start out, weather that ought to be expected at this time of year, in this location but still catches you out as you pick an alternate route out to the A646 Burnley Road, via Mayroyd Lane and Crow Nest bridge over the Calder and up through the yard of reclaimed stone to still pass over the Rochdale Canal on the Station Road bridge, ahead of rising past the smart terraces and villas at the Machpelah corner and elevating with the A6033 Commercial Road. We've a lot of climbing to do to get onto our high downstream route, and thus we join Birchcliffe Road as it presses forcefully uphill, through an accumulation of proud terraces that still have me wondering just how this town grew around the merging rivers and up the steep valley sides in the 19th century, as we head up past the Stubbings school and up to the apex corner, then passing the hostel and school in th old Baptist chapel and rising sharply on as the weather blows itself out and sunshine pours in over the lower wooded reaches of Hebden Water, with St Thomas the Apostle's tower in Heptonstall rising above it. We rise with Wadsworth Lane to what feels like the top of the town, only to find a block of council houses on the high apron of fields above it, as if there wasn't anywhere else to place them, which we rise on past, with the valley view expanding behind us in the sunshine, revealing the path to the south that we took down into the town a few weeks back, as we also cross our last previous path in the vicinity, blazed in 2013 and revealing that the north side of Calderdale is still wanting for attention, even now. Shift away from having the sunshine directly in our eyes and roll uphill among the farmsteads that occupy the lane below the high road and the moorland apron, a cluster that seems to be growing into another suburban sort of hamlet, which I'm calling Wadsworth Lanes, high over the valley, from where we can look up the valley of Hebden Water to the north to spy the Old Town Mill on its high perch, while also rising high enough to spy all the wooded branches of the Calder splitting off the valley below and to look across to Stoodley Pike rising above the moorland brow to the south, revealing why people might want to reside up here, despite the practical inconveniences.

The Halifax Circular 17/10/20

14.5 miles, from Sowerby Bridge, via Warley Town, Newlands Gate, Warley Common, 

 Mount Tabor, Moor End, Mixenden, The Bank, Illingworth, Holdsworth, Holmfield, 

  Slack End, Swales Moor, Pule Hill, Pepper Hill, Claremount, Beacon Hill, Bank Top, 

   Whitegate, Siddal, Salterhebble, Skircoat Green, Long Wood, Scar Bottom, and Pye Nest. 

Just like last year, it's taken a bit of a while to get to my late season Urban Circular plan, as all those schemes between the Colne and Calder just kept on coming, leaving us with only a small sliver of the year left for us to tilt at the last long trail of the year, returning to Saturday walking at the conditions don't look favourable for either day of the weekend, and aiming for an early start as the changeable conditions on the Pennine fringe could easily take a turn at any point after we've laid down our start line at just after 9.00am at Sowerby Bridge station. Thus we depart from the north entrance, onto Holmes Road and immediately head for the Calder crossing between the mill sites at the valley floor, and head up the ginnel that drops us out onto the A58 Wharf Street, which is crossed by the pub on the corner, across from Christ Church as we join Tuel Lane, the short A6139 as it presses its way uphill out of the valley, over the deep lock 3/4 on the Rochdale canal and on past the Lidl store and the tower blocks that loom over the townlet. It's a stiff climb, as is well known in the valley, and there's going to be about 200m of it to do as we aim ourselves to the west of Halifax, on among the terraces and the old school which sit above the blocks of flats as we press on upward, meeting more than one false summit on the lane with frankly inadequate pavements as we rise up, past the Waiters Arms inn to meet the A646 Burnley Road, which has been the northern boundary to our field for the year so far, beyond which a suburban ribbon strings itself along the rising Blackwall Lane. We land in countryside proper as we meet Water Hill Lane, which continues the climb, giving us looks up and down the Calder valley as well as a look back up the Ryburn to the south, as gloom and the hiss of low cloud starts to blanket the scenery, while we still have an upward trajectory to trace as we head up, around the cricket field and  towards Warley Town, a still rural village beyond the reach of the town to the east, which has cottages with fine views on its lower half, ahead of the shaded passage around past Cliff Hill house and the Grange, with the main street, as such beyond. Here we find the Maypole inn, the chapel, and the drinking fountain in the middle of a small picturesque idyll that is really on for the scrapbook, with Warley Town Lane offering us our way onward, past the well concealed suburban accumulation to the village's north, and into the fields by the remote club grounds of Halifax Vandals RUFC, below the westernmost extremity of Halifax, the Norton Tower estate, perched above the tree and moorland clad edge of Camp End.

Halifax to Slaithwaite 11/10/20

15.3 miles, via Clover Hill Walk / Cat Steps, Savile Park, Birdcage Hill, Copley Valley, 

 Spark House, Harper Royd, Norland Moor Bottom, Butterworth End, Barkisland (Cross), 

  Ripponden Bank, Cob Clough, Cliff Lane, Heys Lane, Hall Green, Moselden Pasture, 

   Scammonden Bridge. Deanhead, Scammonden Reservoir, Scammonden Dam, Wood Edge, 

    O'Cot, Worts Hill, Ainley Place, Clough House, and Hill Top Reservoir. 

Sunday walking comes around again, due to Saturday inclemency and the promise of a much brighter day subsequent to it, and as we can still do inessential travel, despite the worsening Covid infection rates, busing and training it the log way around can get us to Halifax for a 9.55am jump off, alighting for a later start than usual under the brightest of late season blue skies, which illuminates the area around the Square Chapel and the Piece hall as we rise away up Horton Street, feeling like we've arrived in town ahead of all the regular local shoppers. Of course there are other reasons for the quiet, but that means I'm not going to look like so much of a stranger as we make our way up to the Royal Oak corner and angle ourselves away up St John's Avenue on the day's southwesterly trajectory, rubbing us right up against the town's old urban terraces that butt right up next to the Lloyds Bank offices, beyond Commercial Street, which gives us a nice contrast of Victorian and Modernist before we delve off into the suburbia which lies beyond Savile Road, where older villas and their estates got consumed in waves over the last century. So it's on among the semis on Well Head Lane, and thence into the more contemporary Lego houses on Central Park, seeking the Clover Hill Walk path as it traces its old course through the slight depression in the landscape, before we meet the steep rise of the cobbled Cat Steps path that leads us up into the terraced district to the east of Savile Park, which we approach via Clover Hill Road and Free School Lane, ahead of arriving by St Jude's church. We'll make our way down its eastern perimeter, along Queen's Gate, in front of the villas that have the prime location overlooking the expanse of grasslands and the avenues of trees, ahead of Wainhouse Tower and the Crossley Heath school, and in the current climate, it's good to see how many people have still come out to make use of it on a sunny morning, be it to jog, meet up with their dog-walking group or do a spot of circuit training in the fields beyond the lodge and chip shop, which we pass on our way to crossing the A646 Skircoat Moor Lane at its southern end. We are then drawn on, into the landscape of walled estates that have mostly had their gardens claimed by upscale suburbia, passing the Southwood Club and the Gleddings Prep School on Birdcage Lane, which provides our route off the town's plateau and into the wooded north bank of the Calder Valley, as we meet the path of Birdcage Hill dropping sharply downhill between the ancient woodlands of Long Wood and Scar Wood, before giving us some setts to carefully trace our way down on Woodhouse Lane.

Marsden to Halifax 04/10/20

13.5 miles, via Dirker, Sparth Reservoir, Slaithwaite Hall, Booth Hey Top, Cop Hill, Cop Rough, 

 Bradshaw, Pole Moor, Wilson Hill, Broom Hill, Moor Hey, Sowood Green, Holywell Brook, 

  Dean, Jagger Green, Broad Carr, Bradley Mills, Greetland, North Dean Wood, Copley, 

   Skircoat Green, Manor Heath Park, and Shaw Hill. 

Autumn, and the Late Season, is now upon us, which is frustrating as my walking brain is ready for the Summer, while my body is prepped for the season to be over ASAP, leaving me in an odd place as local lockdowns haven't pushed inessential travel off the permissible activities list yet, though Saturday falls from the schedule thanks to an all-day downpour, meaning that we are having to test out the weird public transport vicissitudes that come with needing to get out to the Colne Valley on a Sunday morning, travelling via busing it to Leeds so we aren't starting out with most of the morning hours already lost. So ride the express to alight at a whisker after 9.35am at Marsden station, where a familiar pall of low cloud hangs above the hills to the south and west of the town, which we won't be venturing into as our path aims us out of the north side of the Colne valley, starting out by joining Dirker Drive as it runs above the railway, among the council estate and on to the Plains terraces, which give us a look at the residential aspect of Marsden which has eluded us on many prior visits, ahaed of dropping over the metals via Planes Lane bridge and joining Marsden Lane as it runs east, along the suburban ribbon that spreads down the valley. The countryside soon take over though, beyond White Syke farm and the stream aqueduct over the railway line, placing just above the Narrow canal as we head downstream, ahead of passing around the north side of Sparth reservoir, one of the feeders for the navigation channel, which is as close as we'll be getting to any reservoir walking today after last weekend's excess of it, passing below the canopy of twisted trees as we rise up to meet the passage under the rails to meet the wooded lower reaches of Drop Clough, the deep groove in the valley side that prevents a straight forwards ascent to the northeast. Pass over the noisily running stream before we meet the ancient packhorse track which pushes up out of it eastern side, a pleasing runs of setts in a deep groove that wends its way up through the tree cover, an old lane that the modern world has mostly forgotten about, rising to a reveal over the Colne Valley, across from the sadly demolished Cellars Clough mills, and running us up to Marsden Lane, again, as it rises steeply up the side of Booth Gate Clough. It's steep pull to finally get us going in the direction that we wish to travel, revealing the sharp moorland nab of Booth Hey to the east of us, and passing the farm hamlet of Slaithwaite Hall to the west, feeling happy that there's no traffic trying to use this narrow track as we press on uphill, meeting the other walkers out in the morning gloom, as we rise to meet the high apron of fields above the valley, 100m up from its floor, as we pick a deliberately wandering route ahead, eschewing the option of available shortcuts.