The Long Walk to Leicester #1: Morley to Horbury Bridge 19/04/19

8.8 miles, via Hembrigg Park, Howley Park, Soothill, Chidswell, Gawthorpe, 
 Ossett Street Side, Ossett, and South Ossett.

Long Distance Trek

means Selfies!

#1 at Morley Hole

Taking last weekend off proved to be a great idea, as it transpired to not be the point in the year when Spring Warmth finally wins out and instead proved to be one of the chillier April days that I can immediately recall, so going to Manchester with my Good Friends from Calderdale for noodles at Shoryu Ramen, and some Bax, Walton and Vaughan Williams from the BBC Philharmonic at the Bridgewater Hall proved to be a much more sensible use of my time, while also giving my legs a rest. With that out of the way, attention can now focus on this year's long and crazy scheme, namely trekking cross-country from West Yorkshire to Leicestershire, one of those ideas I've had on the to-do list for a good few seasons but never got scheduled because of My Dad's inability to travel in his later years, and now, since his passing, My Mum and I can try holidaying away together as a duo, which would allow me to complete the middle portion of the 100 mile trip through Derbyshire, especially as she feels apt to drive a lot again after a few successful trips away in the last month. So before we can aim at a Maytime holiday to do the middle of the trail, and then the return to the county of my origin, we have to start out from home and having a long Easter Weekend to use is absolutely the best time to get that going as a modest first leg and a longer second will fit in nicely on Good Friday and the Saturday, and it's an even greater bonus that the Cold Season has finally slipped away to be replaced by a completely unforeseen blast of hot weather that's due to last the entire break. If heat is in the air, then getting an early start is in order, not quite getting up with the lark but ensuring that I'm prepped and at my start line at Morley Hole at 9.10am, ready to strike off to the south and find it frustrating that I really am starting to run out of unwalked road around my home town, and thus we start off along lanes that have been seen before, along Brunswick Street and up the wooded and unmetalled track over Dawson Hill, leading around Morley Hall and the hidden former burial ground before landing on Queen Street by the Mumbai Village restaurant and then pressing uphill past the cenotaph gardens and Scatcherd park, as well as the still derelict St Mary-in-the-Wood, to the main drag and the Town Hall.

Darton to Brockholes 06/04/19

13.5 miles, via Kexborough, High Hoyland, Clayton West, Scissett, Skelmanthorpe, 

 Shelley Woodhouse, Shelley, Kirkburton, Storthes Hall, and Farnley Tyas.

As we've now shifted into British Summer Time, we should rejoin the trail feeling hopeful that the worst of the cold days should have passed, and the projection for this day's trip is fine, but distinctly lack the temperature peaks of the last weekend, which has me wondering just how many more False Springs we're going to get before the actual one arrives, and thus we make no effort at an early start as days hadn't been getting bright early before the clocks changed and mornings will be probably glummer and cooler longer with everything moved an hour on. So back to the criss-crossing of Kirkless that made up so much of a busy and very satisfying March, and after three such treks we are starting to run short of places to travel to or from in the east, when we still have a plethora of options to the West, and having exhausted all the viable place in Wakefield District, we thus have to move into South Yorkshire to start this trip, meaning actually having to pay for the ride at both ends of my journey and reacquainting us with a place last seen as the loose end of a walk from 2014. So off the stopping train to Sheffield we get as we arrive at Darton station at 10.15am, right on the outermost northern edge of Greater Barnsley's suburbs, and still rather unsure whether the original Darton village or the contemporary settlement has its bulk on the east or west side of the railway, which we process beside down the terraces of Station Road and then pass under to join Church Street, immediately passing over the River Dearne, which despite its miles gained since rising to the west of here still hasn't formed a particularly broad channel. This lane has the feel of being the old village High Street as we pass the Co-op and the old Sunday School, and soon rising up the shopping parade towards the old Vicarage and All Saints church, with its yard brimming with daffodils, up by the A637 Barnsley Road, which we cross with some difficulty by the Rose & Crown in and then continue rising into the suburban enclave to the east of the motorway along Churchfield Road. Pass over the M1 and gain height enough to locate ourselves at the edge of the channel of the Dearne as it flows south past Woolley Edge, and then set ourselves westwards, establishing another new southern boundary to our field of walking experience far below the loops of the Wakefield and Kirklees circular trails as we press on into the suburban enclave of Kexborough.

The Wakefield Circular 30/03/19

12.6 miles, via Sandals Meadow, Calder Island, The Thornes Cut, Lupset Pond, 

 Horbury Fields, Benton Park, Lupset Fields, Roundwood Park, Silkwood Park, 

  Alverthorpe, Wrenthorpe Park, Red Hall, Newton Hill, Pinderfields, City Fields, 

   East Moor Fields, and Agbrigg. 

My March week off work gets spent Down Country, and deliberately features no walking plans of any kind, which feels unprecedented and certainly marks a break with six years of tradition, but I travelled with the full intent of making myself useful by aiding Mum in sorting through many of Dad's effects, and over the course of five days we made really good progress, filling up eight bags of clothes for charity shops and getting about two thirds of the way through imposing order on the garage where chaos has been allowed to reign for too long. We can now be happy to know exactly what we still have by way of tools and DIY equipment now, before we decide what we actually need to keep, and thus have to return to that pile with purpose in the future, and also along the way, in between fitting in three meals out, we made a trip out to Nottingham to score a pair of CD towers from an old hippy, which ought to keep my storage space viable for a good few years more (someone in this conversation clearly isn't getting into streaming media any time soon). Then we get to travelling back to Morley with furniture in tow, to get my storage reorganised and a whole lot of dust lifted and hoovered away, and then as the weekend comes along, My Mum can travel up to Skipton to pay a day's visit to her lifelong friend from her college days, and I can return to the trail to walk relatively locally, pulling a trip off the reserve list to make it feel like rather too much of my early season wandering has been focussed on the city of Wakefield. So away, finally, to start my first urban circular trip in two years, which ought to give me a whole bunch of fresh perspectives on this city that really has had an unusually large amount of attention lavished on it in this early season going, arriving at Sandal & Agbrigg station under gloomy skies and in the grip of low temperatures, departing at 9.40am, heading down to Agbrigg Road and setting off west for a clockwise circuit. Pass among the Victorian town houses and rural outliers to cross the A61 Barnsley Road and head up Pinfold Lane past the local school and suburban back gardens, getting a feeling that we are repeating my 2014 route as we land on Castle Road, but we don't head on towards the castle again, but instead join the Castle Road West track, which leads around the southern edges of the Portobello estate and around the northern edge of Sandal Meadows, site of the Battle of Wakefield, where Richard, Duke of York, met his ignominious end on 30th December 1460, firing up the most dynamic three months of the Wars of the Roses, which ultimately led to the downfall of the Lancastrian monarchy.

Stocksmoor to Sandal 23/03/19

13.6 miles, via Thunder Bridge, Kirkburton, Thorncliff, Emley Moor, Emley, 

 Emley Woodhouse, Bretton Common, West Bretton, Great Cliff, Crigglestone, 

  Kettlethorpe, Milnthorpe, and Sandal Castle. 

Spring finally lands, according to the calendar at least, but I'm not really feeling the joys of it just yet, and as my next week off work lands, my plans very nearly get off to a very sticky start as Northern trains decide that despite being freed of strike actions, they can still cancel useful Saturday morning services on a whim, and then run their next train through Morley 20 minutes late so that I have less than a minute to make my connection in Huddersfield, which I do make but still feel irritated that they are making me start late and getting me exercised. Having already made my first acquaintance with the Penistone line, and having multiple unseen stations to visit along its length, it would make more sense to walk to them for a first visit, but after last weeks trip of walking west into the prevailing winds, I'd much rather walk with the wind behind me, which is why first contact with Stocksmoor station is made by rail at 10.30am, certainly one of the quainter ones on this rare line of village halts and only one town of note. We are thus in the western portion of Kirklees, as we strike east, not in the dynamic cleft of the Holme Valley but above the next one along, which doesn't seem to have a clear identity, or even a river with a consistently applied name, and we leave with the village behind us on the high fields of Stocks Moor, putting the village hall and the Clothiers Arms in our wake as we join Birks Lane and hit the long meandering walk downhill below the bare trees towards Thunder Bridge. It's immediately a trek that I'm glad didn't get scheduled for the end of the day, and as we roll up to this hamlet around the river crossing, the rural picturesqueness can be absorbed with joy, as most of my trekking in 2019 hasn't dropped me anywhere this pretty yet, as rural cottages cluster around Thunder Bridge Dike and the Woodman Inn, all dropped in below the high, wooded banks of the valley. A nice spot for a hotel getaway, and not really that far removed from the wider world, is a thought to ponder as we depart it, along the long angled slope up the eastern side of the valley, completely under the cover of trees all the way up to Penistone Road, where we will dash across the A629 by the dynamically shaped road sign and join the lane that leads up towards somewhere we have been actually before in these remoter feeling parts.

Wakefield to Denby Dale 17/03/19

11.8 miles, via Clarence/Holmfield Park, Calder Island, Durkar, Calder Grove, 

 Bretton Common, Clayton West, Scissett, and Kitchenroyd. 

Saturday brings us our first washout day of the year, as rain falls consistently from dawn to dusk, as well as through many hours of the night, and with the wisdom borne of age I reschedule my plans for Sunday, which promises a much clearer spell of weather, but a tighter window of opportunity with no buses running out of Morley until it's too late to be useful, and with fewer trains homewards on the other end, so we have to get a move on to fit in a pretty modest distance. To get to the start line in Wakefield, this means having to bus it into Leeds to get a rail connection, with the added bonus of getting to see just how high the Aire has gotten around Victoria Bridge, and how angry is sounds running under the Dark Arches, after the most rainfall the county has experienced in over 3 years, and thus run on to get to Westgate station for a 9.05am jump off, full of intent to strike away towards Denby Dale, a small town that seems many miles away from here in the mind (actually beyond the path of the Kirklees Way and thus outside my field of walking experience), despite having the A636 sharing a name with it. So on, aiming for the Penistone Line having done with the six excursions to create the local framework to hang the season upon, setting off north to with the intention to start my trip from the bus station as had been originally planned but only get as far as the Civic Quarter before deciding that my time margin might be a bit tight for ten extra minutes of walking and thus turn south towards our proper destination, heading down Wood Street and past the old courthouse that is still clad in the scaffold that enclosed the building 5 years ago, and also the Town Hall, on down then late Georgian shopping parade to land on Bull Ring by the corner that leads down to the cathedral, turning down to the way down to Westgate, which seems quietly devoid of life after the night before and ahead of the early Sunday shoppers heading out. Cross over the main drag to head down Queen Street, passing in the shadow of the local Holiday Inn Express and noting that this is a lane that completely lacks the antique interest of its more interesting neighbour Market Street, which we align with as George Street leads to the top of Denby Dale Road, along which most of our day will be carried, as we are lead out of town, down to the crossing of Ings Road by the Royal Mail office and the 1960s stylish Raines House, over Ings Beck with its tablet commemorating the establishment of the turnpike roads in the 19th century and under the broad arch of Wakefield Viaduct, carrying the railway south to Doncaster and beyond.

Huddersfield to Wakefield 09/03/19

14.1 miles, via Aspley Bridge, Moldgreen, Tandem, Cowmes, Lepton, Flockton Moor, 

 Grange Moor, Overton, Middlestown, Horbury Bridge, Horbury, Lupset, Thornes Park, 

  Westgate Common, and Westgate End.

We are definitely back in the grip of Winter again as this day dawns, and plans to get off to an early start are immediately scuppered as I'm not even half way down to Morley station before the hiss of drizzle turns to a fearsome downpour and a retreat is beaten home to dress for colder, damper weather, and for a pause to hopefully get in behind it with a later start as the sunshine and showers cycle around rapidly. As it is we don't get to the start line in Huddersfield until after 10.35am thanks to a train getting cancelled, and that's far too late in the day for this time of year to be setting out to attempt the distance that we're about to travel, but initial indicators suggest that we might be in a good patch as sunshine bathes a damply shiny St George's Square and first steps are taken away up Railway Street, which displays a Jacobean Gothic feel that could easily be mistaken for a side road in Edinburgh. Things get a bit more West Yorkshire fashioned as we meet the Westgate-Kirkgate axis across the town centre, descending past the 17th century market cross and the parish church of St Peter, and approach the inner ring road past the converted cinema and the end of 'Beast Market' as we turn down Oldgate behind the rows of student flat tenements (with a touch of Glasgow atmosphere?) and skirt around the towering walls of the Kingsgate Shopping centre. Cross Queengate by the new landmark building of the University of Huddersfield on the Wakefield Road corner, and soon get indication that the weather still has a lot more life in it as leaden clouds gather overhead and a cold wind sets in from the north west, bringing steady rain on my back as we cross the Broad Canal by the Aspley Bridge wharf and press on past pub and chapel to cross over the River Colne, to find a Lidl, numerous takeaways and student houses aplenty as we set off with the A629 uphill. It's quite a drag to get going as we pass an enduring mill and long stone terraces at the Almondbury Bank corner, rising on though the suburban corner of Moldgreen, remotely passing its own shopping parade and corner pub, the Ivy Green, as we pass the boldly fashioned Methodist church and ascend on into a landscape of stuccoed and pebble-dashed semis as the clouds part up to give us bluer skies again.

Morley to Huddersfield 02/03/19

11.9 miles, via Upper Batley, Batley, Healey, Heckmondwike, Norristhorpe, Roberttown, 

 Cooper Bridge, Bradley, Deighton, and Leeds Road. 

As I've said just about every year since we started this walking malarkey, 'March Means Serious Business' and with the events of the last month finally behind us, it's time to get back into the routine of getting adventurous and exercised with every weekend, and despite the unseasonal warmth of February being behind us now, the first burst of False Spring having passed, it's time to strike a bit further away from home, finding ourselves actually a week ahead of my considered schedule thanks to getting four trips out in my extra week off work. So we set a course for the heart of Kirklees district, as that's where I'm intending on spending most of this year, making my second trip from Morley towards Huddersfield, to hopefully prove it's a lot closer to home than I found it to be in 2014, and as variety is the spice of life, we'll start out from Morley Hole as it's got a sign that's every bit as good as the one on Queen Street, and it isn't nearly as uphill to get there from my flat, and it also gives me a chance to approach another couple of roads that haven't dropped on the schedule thus far. Away at 9.05am, in the hope of getting the trip done before the weather turns, heading up the A643 Bruntcliffe Lane between the terraces and bungalows as far as the Corporation Street corner, where we turn uphill directly into the low morning sun, passing among the suburban semis and noting that the warm spell has gotten the daffodils and crocuses flowering already to give a feeling of Spring while the trees hang barren, passing behind the Leisure Centre and the view over Morrison's down to the town hall, and past the civic quarter where the medical centre, firehouse and police station all dropped. Our fresh route ends as we pass St Francis of Assisi RC church and land on the island with the coal wagon on it between the Fountain Centre, the Working Men's Club and the former railway goods shed, before joining the B6123 Fountain Street, to pass over the lost GNR Morley Top route and then follow the exact same route that we last paced to get to Huddersfield a mere 5 (five!) years ago.