Saturday, March 25, 2017

Baslow, Bubnell, Calver, Stoney Middleton, Eyam, Offerton, and Bamford...And Then Brough!

I got off the bus at Baslow Nether End and then walked through the village to go and take some photographs of the church.







I walked over the old bridge to Bubnell and continued northwards along the main street of Bubnell and then across the fields to Calver, always keeping close to the River Derwent.

New Bridge is about half a mile north of Calver.



About three or four hundred yards beyond New Bridge I veered away from the river and climbed up to the road and then took the path which passes by Knouchley Farm and on to Stoney Middleton. The church here is rather unusual.







I climbed up the lane to Eyam and sat on one of the benches in the middle of the bullring to eat my sandwiches. Whilst I was there a group of at least two dozen members of Seven Hills Cycling Club in Sheffield arrived hoping for something to eat; the cafe was already very busy, and the tearooms were closed, or not yet open. They stayed awhile and were still there when I left, so I'm assuming the tearooms must have opened at twelve o'clock.

As I was climbing up onto Eyam Edge my mobile phone rang, it was my friend Justin ringing to check the arrangements for Wednesday night when we are going to see an Abba tribute band at Rotherham Theatre.

The signal cut out three times although I was only about two hundred yards from the mobile phone transmitter tower - this can happen with radio signals though when you're near to a tower due to the steep angle...so your signal needs to come from the next nearest available mast.

I continued past Ladywash Mine and then on to Eyam Moor. It was frosty when I left the house this morning, but by this time it was really quite mild...so mild in fact that a young man had taken his shirt off and only had his rucksack on his back. I stayed well wrapped up; three tee-shirts, two fleeces and an anorak - now that I'm  much slimmer I really do feel the cold.

I dropped down to Stoke Ford and then climbed back up the other side of the clough to reach the road that leads to Highlow Hall - I don't think I've actually seen it before...so here's a photo I took.




There's a well-maintained track to Offerton which continues all the way to Shatton, although I opted for the riverside walk; there are some lovely views.

  

It was then only a short walk to the bus turnaround at Bamford Station. I knew I was pressed for time and so started jogging...I took it quite steady, but still wasn't getting out of breath. I arrived with two minutes to spare - but I needn't have bothered, the bus was twelve minutes late...and that caused an unexpected problem for me. There were already people waiting; one of them spotted the bus and shouted to his friends that it's coming...so I bent down to pick up my rucksack and then fumbled in my pocket for my bus pass. By the time I'd done this the bus had arrived and so I got on. However, at the traffic lights the driver turned right and headed towards Castleton...damn, I'd gotten on the wrong bus.

I decided to stay on for a couple of miles, got off at Brough, crossed the road and stepped inside the Traveller's Rest and enjoyed a pint of Diet Coke in the beer garden. I then caught the same bus back to Sheffield.

This mistake by me wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for the fact that we need to place our passes on the scanner instead of stating our destination and being issued with a ticket. This is because, we are told, that disabled people prefer to do it this way when travelling on buses...no-one asked me though.




Friday, March 24, 2017

Visiting Three Local Villages In The Car

A short drive out in the car today with Marshall, my support worker - we visited Old Edlington, Wadworth, and Loversall...and I took photographs of the church in each village.

First up was Old Edlington; both the church and the churchyard were our favourite of the three. 








We then walked a few yards down the hill to the memorial to the Canadian Air Force pilots who died in 1943 when their plane crashed nearby...there's also a plaque honouring a white greyhound.









We returned to the car and Marshall drove a couple of hundred yards further up the hill to a lay-by where we ate our sandwiches before continuing on to Wadworth.

The church here isn't as pretty as the one at Old Edlington, and its location surrounded by modern housing, means that the sightlines for photography are limited - there weren't any daffodils either.






On the way back to Doncaster we called at Loversall; it was only a few weeks ago that I visited Loversall for the first time, but today's quick return was welcome. After taking photographs of the church we  walked into the village where I snapped a couple of attractive cottages.









Monday, March 20, 2017

Two Churches And An Abbey

A few hours in Selby today, calling at Chapel Haddlesey and Brayton en route, to look at the churches in those two villages. I couldn't find much online about St. John The Baptist's Church at Chapel Haddlesey; it's rather unusual though, looking like a castle from certain angles...and I don't think it's very old.





St. Wilfred's Church at Brayton is a much more traditional church, and a lot older.




When we got to Selby we sat in the car and ate our sandwiches and then went to look round the shops; I bought a lightweight packable cagoule from one of the charity shops and some pansies from the market [on the way back to the car.]

We were both desperate for a pee and so so popped into the abbey to use the toilets, and linger over a pot of tea at the cafe.

Selby Abbey is magnificent, being one of only a few abbeys in the country not to be dissolved by Henry VIII in the sixteenth century - therefore it still functions as the town's parish church.













As we left the abbey I took some photographs of some rather attractive nearby buildings.



There were then a couple more charity shops to look in before returning to the car.

We didn't have much luck with the weather today, it was cloudy or drizzling all the way to Selby, and most of the time we were in the town...however as soon as we'd set off on the southwards drive home it brightened up. We called at one of our favourite places for afternoon tea, the farm cafe on the Womersley road...but unfortunately it doesn't open on Mondays.  Just to illustrate how much the weather had improved by this time I got out of the car and took this photograph.



Not to be thwarted in our endeavours we stopped at the cafe at the Crown Garden Centre and had another pot of tea, accompanied with a large cherry and almonds scone served with fresh cream and raspberry jam...delicious! 

Friday, March 17, 2017

Fishlake

I needed to go to Stainforth with my support worker today and so I took the opportunity to visit neighbouring Fishlake, a village I haven't previously been to because of the poor bus service and the fact that there aren't any interesting walking routes in the area.












Monday, March 13, 2017

Worksop, Rhodesia, Shireoaks, Thorpe Salvin, Lindrick Dale, Woodsetts, Cotterhill, and South Carlton.

Northern Rail drivers were on strike today so there was a limited train service to Sheffield, so I decided to take the bus and start a walk from Worksop.

The person sitting behind me on the bus was coughing and spluttering and so I got off a couple of stops early and walked down into the town centre to buy something to eat later. 

I then had to work out how to get down on to the canal towpath.



I walked along the towpath for about four miles; there is some quite pretty countryside...and a lot of locks to take photographs of. There was a short section at Rhodesia where I had to walk through a housing estate and then across some fields before returning to the canal.









I left the towpath and walked through Old Spring Wood to reach Thorpe Salvin; I walked into the village to take photographs of the ruins of old hall, and the church, and then re-traced my steps back to the point where I had left the towpath...then crossing over  a bridge and continuing on to Lindrick Dale.







Lindrick Dale is a very well-to-do hamlet, I should think that every property is worth at least half a million Pounds.



I then needed to walk along the busy road for a few hundred yards until I reached the path that leads into Anston Stones Wood; there was quite a steep climb to reach the top of the cliff for the path across fields back towards South Carlton, from where I would catch the bus back to Doncaster.

The next place I reached was Woodsetts, but only just...the path goes right along the southern edge of the village, right next to Lindrick Golf Course. There are some more expensive houses here; one even has its own missile launcher in the back garden - there is also a military aircraft and a mobile radar array...I was only just able to see these though by peeking over the high boundary wall; fortunately I'm 6ft 3ins tall. This 'well defended' property is called 'Nirvanah.'



I was able to make quick time onwards towards the hamlet of Cotterhill and then reached South Carlton. The church here is much prettier than the one at Thorpe Salvin, but by the time I got there the weather was quite overcast and so my photographs didn't turn out to be very good.







The journey back home on the bus would have been totally uneventful had the bus driver not forgot to stop at the bus-stop when I'd pressed the bell, and stood up and walked to the front, to get off. I had to stay on until the town centre...however this meant that I bumped into an old friend I haven't seen for a few years and we had a natter for ten minutes...and then I went to the foodhall at Marks and Spencer and got some bargains for my tea.