March 22, 2017
Fernilee
SHADY OAK PUB AT FERNILEE, LADDER HILL, TUNSTEAD FARM,
TUNSTEAD MILTON, HILLTOP, BUGSWORTH BASIN, PEAK FOREST CANAL, SOLDIER DICK PUB
AT FURNESS VALE, RINGSTONES, STONEHEAD, TODDBROOK RESERVOIR DAM, MEMORIAL PARK
AT WHALEY BRIDGE, HORWICH END, FERNILEE
Distance: 9 miles
Difficulty: Moderate, very wet ground
Weather: Intermittent light rain
Walkers: Peter Beal, Chris Owen, Jock Rooney
with Tip
Apologies: Tom Cunliffe (Spain), Colin Davidson
(Malaga), Alan Hart (fearing rain), Steve Kemp (unspecified), Laurie Fairman
(recovering from op), George Dearsley (Turkey)
Leader: Beal Diarist:
Beal
Starting point: Shady Oak at Fernilee
Starting time: 9.37am Finishing time: 2.29pm
The weather forecast for today's outing was atrocious and
after Alan's announced non-participation your temporary diarist arrived at the
starting point fully expecting no-one else to be there and to be making an
early trip back to a warm home.
He had reckoned however without the fortitude of Chris, Jock
and Tip, who were in the pub car park waiting,
As it turned out the forecast continuous heavy rain was
nowhere near as bad as predicted and the expected deluge arrived only after we
had stopped walking. We had however to contend with very soggy ground, although
our threesome surprisingly avoided any falls.
We left the pub car park and turned left up a narrow lane at
the side of the pub, soon reaching the minor road of Elnor Lane, leading to
Whaley Bridge. We crossed this and took a track immediately opposite to reach
another lane.
We turned right here and almost immediately left up another
track running across the flanks of Ladder Hill. We followed this, climbing
steadily and soon the tall television mast topping the hill came in to view.
At the high point of the ridge we crossed a stile on our
left, marked by a footpath sign, in to a field (23 minutes). We descended
diagonally to our right, over very wet grass, to reach a track emerging at the
bottom corner. We passed through a gate to reach the end of a lane at Tunstead
Farm (37 mins).
We turned left through a gate in to a yard and immediately
climbed a ladder stile on the right and through a gate in to a small paddock
which a sign proclaimed contained Houdini Goats. There was indeed one there,
obviously not having inherited the skills of his human namesake. Brief research
indicates that perhaps Houdini goats are not a breed but a whimsical term
applied by owners due to the tendency of all and any goats to escape from
wherever they are contained.
We scaled a stone stile out of the paddock and descended a
large field, heading for a small tunnel which could be seen leading under the
Buxton-Manchester railway line.
Emerging at the other side we crossed a field to a
ramshackle stile and steps descending over very wet ground to a wooden bridge
over a stream. We turned left over another footbridge, swung right on a path to
a stile, after which we emerged on the Chapel-en-le-Frith to Whaley Bridge road
at the hamlet of Tunstead Milton (58 mins).
We crossed the road and took a lane immediately opposite
which soon began climbing quite steeply. At a farmhouse here Jock stopped to
greet two old caving chums loading their pick-up truck.
We joined Eccles Road near the top of the hill near the
imposing dwelling of Ollerenshaw Hall. We turned right and almost immediately
left up another minor road. Shortly, on the crest of the hill, we took a path
through a gate on the left leading, muddily, in to a field.
A line of electricty poles stretching to our left marked the
route to a stone stile, afer which we descended left to a gap in a stone wall
at a line of trees. Ahead of us and below we
could see a grass track exiting the field. We headed for
this and at the remains of a low stone wall, we declared pietime, the rain now
having stopped (87 mins).
After a leisurely 18-minute break we continued down the
track which soon emerged alongside houses to bring us into the top of Buxworth,
a village now split in two by the noisy A6 relief road.
The village was formerly called Bugsworth and, earlier
Buggesworth, because of medieval associations with a Peak Forest bailiff called
Bugg, or possibly a man called Bugge who owned iron forges.
My Peak District Companion records: 'But the residents were
more sensitive to persisent joked about bugs than they were to medieval
history. They made three attempts to change the name and at the third attempt
they managed it - in 1929 the parish voted to substitute 'x' for'gs'. The snag
was, of course, that this prim striving for dignity became as big a joke as
Bugsworth'.
We turned left and soon right downhill to cross the relief
road on a bridge and arrived at the canal basin, which still carries the
original Bugsworth name. In the 19th century this was a major inland port that
served as a terminus for both the Peak Forest Tramway and the Peak Forest
Canal.
The tramway, which functioned from 1796 to 1926, connected
to the limestone quarries at Dove Holes. Limestone and lime were loaded on to
barges at Bugsworth, transported to Dukinfield and along the Ashton-under-Lyne
canal to complete the trip to Manchester and the Mersey.
We continued through the restored basin now used by pleasure
craft, and along the canal, which was still used commercially until 1959,
towards Furness Vale. Here, we went under a white-painted bridge, climbed
immediately up a ramp to our right to turn right again over the bridge and
climbed up the road to emerge on the A6.
We turned right and crossed the road to reach the Soldier
Dick pub (129 mins), where the Wainwright's was still a more than reasonable
£2-85 a pint.
After a slightly extended refreshment stop we resumed,
turning right out of the pub and right again after the Imperial Chinese
restaurant. We climbed the hill with houses on either side and soon after the road
became a rougher track it divided. We took the left fork, signed Ringstone
Caravan Park (139 mins).
The caravans came in to view on our right and the track
dropped to a stream, which we crossed before immediately leaving the track and
climbing a path on the right which brought us to an elevated stretch of
pleasant grassland, dotted with clumps of gorse bushes.
The path crossed two muddy fields to emerge on the road
between Whaley and High Disley (165 mins). We descended left and at Start Road
turned right and immediately left over a stile to descend through a quagmire on
a path which brought us to a road at the side of Todd Brook reservoir.
We turned left here and almost immediately right over the
dam of the reservoir, which serves as a feeder for the Peak Forest Canal. At
the end of the dam we took a surfaced path to the left and descended at a sign
reading War Memorial. This brought us in to a park where we turned right to
emerge on the Macclesfield Road near the traffic lights at Horwich End.
We turned left and immediately right at the lights to cross
the road and take a narrow lane on the left. This went past terraced houses and
at some more modern housing brought us to the bottom of the Shallcross Incline,
the former route of the Cromford and High Peak Railway, now surfaced for
pedestrians (189 mins).
At the top of this we emerged on a residential street,
turned left and immediately right in to Shallcross Avenue, which brought us to
Elnor Lane, where we turned right and 12 minutes later reached the small lane
on the right where we retraced our steps to the pub car park.
The barmaid at the Shady Oak ruled that we looked too wet to
sit anywhere but on the leather seats in the sideroom, which we were warned
would soon be occupied by a wake. She then charged us £3-50 for pints of
unremarkable EPA.
Chris Owen has gallantly volunteered to lead next week's
walk through the Macclesfield Forest. This will start at 9.40am at the free car
park at Tegg's Nose reservoir, reached by going through Langley village, and
turning left in to Holehouse Lane, signed as a dead-end. Refreshments en-route
will be at the Leather's Smithy at Ridgegate reservoir around 12.20pm and after
debooting we will drive to the nearby Sutton Hall for around 2.15pm.
Happy wandering!