Dales High Way: Skipton Castle Woods

Sunday 9th April 2023

After the glorious sunshine of the day before on my first walk along the Dales High Way out of Saltaire, I woke to thick fog, but at least it wasn’t raining. However, on paper, this section of the trail was not the most interesting, so I wasn’t too worried about the weather. After packing up my tent at Ghyll House Farm Campsite, I set off along the Dales High Way descending through grassy fields towards the village of Addingham where there is a path that is notoriously muddy and after prolonged rainfall it is recommended to divert through the village. After all the rain we have had recently, I thought it was prudent to branch off into Addingham, walk along the main road and eventually climb out of the village on an arrow straight road that is known locally as the Roman Road, though it is more likely to be prehistoric and has been dubbed Rombalds Way. After climbing to over a thousand feet, the tedium of the dull surroundings was relieved as I gradually began to descend while crossing the northern slopes of Skipton Moor and eventually deciduous trees appeared beside the stream, Jenny Gill, where I dropped steeply down through the trees. By this point the fog had begun to clear and the views north revealed the town of Skipton with the sun soon appearing through gaps in the clouds which signified that the weather this day was going to be much better than it had at first appeared.

The steep path led me down to a road past many people, particularly cyclists, into Skipton, which made me realise that the Dales High Way passes through a comparatively large number of towns and villages, so you are never far away from an opportunity to resupply. After passing through the centre of Skipton I dropped down to the canal, a branch of the Leeds and Liverpool, onto an alternative route that took me through Skipton Castle Woods, instead of the apparently dull walk over the grassy Park Hill on the main route. Initially I had an exciting walk along a raised path between the Eller Beck and the canal before entering the wood where ramson covered the banks of the valley and filled the air with the smell of wild garlic. Tragically, it wasn’t long before I was torn away from this idyllic scene onto a path that climbed steeply up near Sougha Gill. At the top of the path was a bench that I was very happy to use so I could catch my breath and eat my lunch while looking down into the picturesque valley. The path continued through woods decorated with wood anemones and celandines before bringing me onto Short Lee Lane where the Dales High Way could have soon been rejoined, but that would cross the busy A65 road  and onto a golf course, so I decided to stay on Short Lee Lane for another alternative route.

This took me onto the pavement around a roundabout and along a good path beside Grassington Road that was lined with celandines and daffodils before returning me to the main route of the Dales High Way after passing Craven Heifer Inn. The trail now took me across several grassy fields, finally into the Yorkshire Dales National Park and onto open moorland where a conical peak drew me towards it. The path across the moor was a little boggy, but not excessively, and as the gradient steepened the ground became drier while I climbed up to the top of Sharp Haw where a bit of a wind was blowing, but it was great to be at the top of a hill, though I didn’t stay there long. Immediately I descended steeply back down the hill and around the smaller Rough Haw on a good path that was not as boggy as the approach. Blue topped posts guided me all the way down the hill and onto an enclosed lane where some sort of matting, like thin carpet, was very slippery as it was wet. This surface might have worked when dry but this is Yorkshire so it was wet and I almost slipped over several times. It didn’t last long and after passing through a sunken lane, decorated with celandines, I reached the village of Flasby. Now the Dales High Way kept to the bottom of a valley as I passed many sheep through grassy fields while following the Flasby Beck upstream until I reached the village of Hetton.

The sun that had greeted me in Skipton was now a distant memory as I climbed out of the valley on another arrow straight track, this one known as Moor Lane, that took me over the moor until finally I started to descend and past Winterburn Reservoir, which did not look picturesque due to the overcast skies and a lack of trees that would have broken the tedium of bare grassy slopes. The Dales High Way steadily climbed again, apart from a brief descent to cross Ray Gill, during an unrelenting ascent that took me up to the Wheets, a hill that was the highest point on the trail thus far at 414 metres, which I felt was very cruel to expect me to climb after such a long walk. The path was often good and this kept me going wearily all the way to Wheets Top where I found a wall and a trig point, which I had to visit, before joining an enclosed lane that descends steeply to a road. The descent continued down the road all the way to Gordale Bridge where I turned off the trail to visit Gordale Scar, which is an awesome ravine that I would consider to be best place in the whole of the Yorkshire Dales. Previously when I have been in the area, in 2009 and 2014, I have allotted plenty of time to explore, but I was now at the end of a long, tiring walk and I had another long, tiring walk the next day, so I had no time. Despite it being past five o’clock in the evening I couldn’t pass by without a visit, so I walked up beside the Gordale Beck until I turned the corner and beheld the awesome scenery of Gordale Scar.

Even the approach is awe-inspiring with tall cliff-faces that slowly close in on you until finally I turned the corner and saw the cathedral of rock that is Gordale Scar. I was disappointed that I didn’t have the time or the energy to explore so I reluctantly turned around and headed back out to the road. Rather than returning to the Dales High Way, I took an optional route into Malham that passes Janet’s Foss, a beautiful waterfall that was spoilt by the vast numbers of people surrounding it. I quickly headed away through the beautiful little dell whose banks were covered in wild garlic and dog’s mercury. There was a dramatic change in the scenery after I passed through a gate into grassy fields where the only interest was provided by celandines and primroses beside the stream. Eventually the path took me into Malham where I found my campsite and I finally ended this long walk that was probably the longest that I have done since I was in Wales seven months previously when I wasn’t carrying a heavy rucksack. This day left me feeling very tired so I was happy to be in Malham.

Dales High Way: Ilkley Moor

Saturday 8th April 2023

A long winter during which I had suffered with my health meant that, apart from at Christmas and New Year, I had hardly done any serious walking and I was still not fully recovered as I started on this holiday, but I hoped that a good multiday hike would provide me with the recuperation I needed. I had eventually settled on returning to the Yorkshire Dales, partly because it is nine years since I was last there, despite making plans on many occasions to return. Previously I have thought about doing the long distance trail, the Dales Way, but that doesn’t satisfy me as it mostly keeps to the bottom of the valleys without climbing any hills. However, another trail has been created called the Dales High Way, which keeps high, over the hills for much of the way, and so is much more appealing to me. Therefore I caught a train to the World Heritage site of Saltaire, though I wasn’t interested in the industrial village and soon I was walking along the canal being passed by many people on bicycles on a beautiful day under gorgeous blue skies. The weather had been terrible for the last month, but this had cleared just in time for the start of my holiday, which I was very thankful for. Leaving the canal, I crossed the River Aire and entered the woods of Shipley Glen, which was a magical place that was soon reviving my enthusiasm after the difficult winter.

The path steadily climbed up the side of the valley and soon I was stripped to my baselayer, but I did wish that I was at the bottom and enjoying the stream of Loadpit Beck, though my guidebook reassured me that I was still on the Dales High Way. I did appreciate the sentiment in aiming high as it afforded me with views across the valley and toward Hope Hill, on my right. An optional route goes over the hill, but I elected to keep to the prescribed route that took me past many awesome crags that overlook the deep glen. The path eventually joined the Glovershaw Beck, which was decorated with dog’s mercury and later by daffodils as I followed the delightful path beside a slender stream up to Glovershaw Farm where the path surface deteriorated to a farmers’ track. After passing Goldcar Farm I was now on open farmland, which was rather tedious to me, but it wasn’t long before I reached the edge of the open moorland of Ilkley Moor. This is a well-known and popular place, but I had never been there before, so I was looking forward to crossing the moor, though my first impression was not good as it seemed to just be a vast, empty, featureless heather moor.

After crossing a wall the path became horrendously wet, but I could see a good path ahead of me (part of the Dales Way Link), so I consoled myself in aiming for that, though it seemed to take me forever to reach it. Eventually and with much relief, I reached the good path and this took me north past increasing numbers of people to the Twelve Apostles stone circle and just beyond there the ground began to drop which provided me with great views into Wharfedale and the hills beyond. The path descended steeply down Ilkley Crags and brought me to White Wells where I stopped to have something to eat and a rest, which was well-needed as I was no longer used to this much walking. When I set off again my headphones began to fail and faced with the prospect of no music for the rest of my holiday I immediately left the path and descended through the streets of Ilkley into the centre of the town where I bought some replacements and also a knee support. The only problem with this was that I now had to climb all the way back up the hill until I reached the open moor again and the Dales High Way. Fortunately, I had not planned a long walk for this day and I had plenty of time to spare, though I thought this exertion was ironic after I had just taken a rest at White Wells.

The walk continued along the northern edge of Ilkley Moor and provided me with stunning views up Wharfedale under the bright sunshine as I slowly revived and I began to enjoy the walk while absorbing the sunshine and the great views. It has felt like we haven’t seen any sunshine for months, especially on a Saturday when I could appreciate it, and this has frustrated me, so I loved this good weather and it was doing wonders to my wellbeing. This was not a perfect walk as parts of Ilkley Moor were featureless or exceptionally muddy, but the very popular northern edge was great with good footpaths that helped immensely. I wasn’t sure exactly where my campsite for the night, Ghyll House, was located, so when I reached the turning where the Dales High Way descends off the moor I hesitated. I thought maybe it was further west, but a search on Google Maps revealed that it was just off the trail on reaching the first road, so I happily took the path steeply down and soon I was at the camp site after a wonderfully refreshing walk.

The Churnet Valley in early autumn

Saturday 8th October 2022

After many visits over the preceding twelve months, but none in the last five months, I was keen to make a return visit to the Churnet Valley, in Staffordshire, just outside the Peak District. So I drove there and parked at a place I’d not visited before, at the RSPB car park for the Coombes Valley Nature Reserve, but since I’d never been there before I didn’t know there was a parking fee so I didn’t have the necessary change and I had to set off on my walk without paying. Thankfully, I was able to pay the parking fee when I returned from my walk. Initially I was walking along a path that is marked as the Young woodland loop, but there are many paths through the reserve and soon I branched off onto the Valley woodland trail. I previously visited this reverse on New Year’s Day when it wouldn’t have been at its best so I was keen to see it before the leaves dropped, but I must return again so I can see it in spring. The trail descended to the valley bottom, across Combes Brook and up the eastern bank on a path that was quite wet after the recent heavy rain, which made the wooden boardwalk rather slippery. Nevertheless, I was enjoying the walk through the woodland and soon I was back down to the bottom of the valley where I joined the Woodcock trail, which I had walked on at the beginning of the year.

Unfortunately the views across the valley were disappointing, despite blue skies overhead, due to a lack of a good viewpoint. Eventually a narrow path took me back down to the bottom of the valley at a delightful crossing of the stream that must be a magical place in the spring. I am disappointed I didn’t visit this reserve last spring. I ignored the continuing Woodcock trail and left the reserve taking a path that crosses several grassy fields that provided me with views to the Churnet Valley on my left. Despite the blue skies overhead it felt like there was misty rain in the air at this point, which was a bit worrying as I hadn’t anticipated rain, but maybe the rain was being carried on the wind, or off the wet ground. After passing through Upper Fernyhill Farm I descended to the bottom of the valley on the outskirts of Cheddleton and after passing the railway station for the preserved Churnet Valley Railway, I joined the towpath beside the Caldon Canal on a familiar route that I remembered walking on New Year’s Day. The bank of the canal was noticeably overgrown in comparison to the beginning of the year and there was a strong smell of invasive balsam even though there was no sign of the pink flowers. At Consallforge, I ignored the Black Lion Inn and kept to the western bank along a road that took me into Consall Nature Park.

I had wanted to visit these woods on New Year’s Day, but I had to leave them out as I was running out of daylight. This time there was no such problem and I headed off into the woods following white ringed posts that took me to the car park where I stopped at a picnic table and had my lunch. After enjoying a rest in the sunshine I set off, continuing to follow the white ringed posts down into the bottom of the valley where I took many pictures of the pretty little stream, though I have no idea for what purpose. The White Walk continued steeply up the side of Far Kingsley Bank to a fantastic viewpoint across Consall Woods. It has been interesting to compare the changing colours of this view across the year from my first visit in January to later in May when the leaves were fresh on the trees to now when the trees were just starting to change colour before dropping their leaves. Beyond that point I left the White Walk to follow purple ringed posts for a steep descent down a series of steps that led me out of Consall Woods and to the bottom of the Churnet Valley. After crossing the river and the railway line I followed the canal briefly before taking a path through Crowgutter Wood, which I had passed through several times in the spring. It was great to climb through this wood again even though the path was very muddy, despite the lack of rain over the summer, thanks to the heavy rain of the last month.

At the top of the path I returned to my route of New Year’s Day and retraced those steps through a delightful wood beside the Collyhole Brook that has no official right-of-way but does have a wonderful narrow path. A road and a track took me to a crossing of paths where I turned left onto a route that took me through Whitehough Wood and back to the Coombes Valley Nature Reserve. I was now back on the Woodcock trail at the delightful crossing of the Combes Brook and this time I kept to the trail following it high above the western bank of the valley along a good path that eventually brought me back to the car park. Although this walk was inspired by the one that I did on New Year’s Day, it was not exactly the same though essentially in the reversed direction. It let me see the Coombes Valley again when there were leaves on the trees and took me back into the Consall Nature Park that is becoming an obligatory destination for me now whenever I am in the Churnet Valley. I had been to this area so many times in the twelve months leading up to and including this walk that I suppose you could say that I had fallen in the love with it. It is rich in many diverse plants and woodland that provides me with the wild scenery that I love with the steep gradients that I find so invigorating. I hope I never stop returning to this magical place.