Yesterday I was out with Crosby Rambling Club and our destination was Barley. The journey there was interesting. The coach driver was relying on his Satnav and it took up up a rather narrow road. He made it but at one point there was only inches of clearance between the hedge and a parked car. Much better to study a road map!
As I had been on the reccee for the ‘A’ party walk I decided to take it easy and do the ‘B’ walk led by Val. We were still going to climb Pendle Hill so it was not that easy.
We set off from the village and walked up the access road towards Lower Ogden Reservoir. It was a glorious day and there had been an overnight dusting of snow on the hills.
At the end of the reservoir we made a slight diversion too see one of the Tercet stones with its engraved poem about the ‘Witches of Pendle’.
For more information about the stone and poem see my previous blog ‘ In the footsteps of Witches’.
We continued along the access track towards Upper Ogden Reservoir. Here I paused to take pictures of the overflow and then watch a dog enjoying a swim.
The hard work was now about to begin as we started on the long but steady climb up Ogden Clough. Looking back there was a good view of the reservoir and the snow covered hillside.
The path was very muddy and we were in single file as we tried to find the best route.
The gradient eased as we reached the plateau and Val led the way.
Eventually we reached a wall and rather than follow the main path to the summit and trig point, we turned left to follow the wall to the edge of the escarpment. We were rewarded with superb views across to the Forest of Bowland.
After climbing the ladder stile we walked along the edge of the escarpment encountering some very wet conditions.
On meeting the main path we doubled back to visit the trig point on Beacon or Big End.
Time for a ‘Groupenfoto.
We had plenty of time to stop and enjoy the views across to the Yorkshire Peaks.
Our descent was along the ‘tourist route’ which is a series of rocky steps. Hard going on the knees.
We met lots of people coming up this way. Many of them seemed ill equipped for the task. Some were wearing trainers and T shirts. They would be in for a surprise if the reached the top and encountered the strong wind and the mud.
The final stretch was across farmland and then alongside the river. The walk had only been 8 miles but it felt like more.
We certainly enjoyed our pint of ‘Wainwrights’ in the pub at the end.