March 5th 2026
RIDGEGATE RESERVOIR, MACCLESFIELD FOREST, SHUTLINGSLOE, THE CRAG AT WILDBOARCLOUGH, OAKENCLOUGH, THE HANGING GATE AT POT LORDS, BROWNLOW, GREEN BAR LEATHER’S SMITHY
Distance: 8.2 miles.
Difficulty: Moderate.
Weather: Fine Spring day, warm and dry, bit of a wind
Walkers Peter Beale Andy Blease, Steve Brierley, Mike Cassini, Hugh Hardiman, Greg Owens, Cliff Worthington.
Alternative Walkers: Jock Rooney and Millie, Chris Owens was spotted walking to the barbers but did not appear at the final destination
Leader: Cassini. Diarist: Cassini
Starting point: Ridgegate Reservoir finish Leather’s Smithy
Starting time: 9.45am. Finishing time: 1.30.pm
We were treated to another glorious cloud free spring day with shorts on parade for the first time this year. As well as returning walker Peter Beale, Greg Owens also appeared for the first time in a while so we had a good number to enjoy the fine weather.
The route from The Leather’s Smithy is well established and documented in previous blogs. Rather than repeat the details from a well trodden path, Andy brought to our attention to Alan’s blog from October 2024 on this route, listed below gives an indication of what we are missing.
What a shower of pathetic snowflakes the Wednesday Wanderers have become ! This walk was foreshortened by two miles because one of our stalwarts had stubbed his little toe and we were having the odd drop of light drizzle.
When I was young, in the middle of the last century, we used to play football in monsoons. I'll always remember the day Gibbons Minor went in for a sliding tackle in thick mud. His body was never recovered.
Boys used to carry Swiss army knives in their rucksacks. If their toes or fingers were damaged they would simply cut them off without any namby-pamby anaesthetic and put on a field dressing. (We toted them along with our gas masks in case the Huns started another world war). Then we would carry on playing.
Who can forget the heroics of Tristram Wyckenham-Ffynes and Algernon Blashford-Snell as they tried to reach the North Pole? Suffering frostbite they gnawed off their own feet, and crawled the last ten miles to plant the Union Jack only to discover a Norwegian nonce had beaten them to it.
The unpredictability of the British weather used to be character-building. If the events of this walk are anything to go by, it would appear that the era of fortitude, stoicism, and stiff upper lips is over.
No wonder the empire is crumbling. At this rate we'll be lucky to hang on to the Isle of Wight.
Next week’s walk will be lead by Cliff and start at the Boars Head Higher Poynton. We will meet at 9.50am. Pictures of this week’s outing below:




















