Saturday, 30 October 2021

Barley in Pendle. 5 miles. Walkers Anthony Vic and Danny

Our numbers were rather diminished for this walk. The weather forecast was not good, but as sometimes happens, bar for a few drops, it stayed dry for us, and it was a lovely Autumn day.
Leaving the car park we crossed the Green, over the bridge and turned right with the Pendle Inn to our left.
After passing the Barley Mow we turned up a private road on the right that led up to the Lower and Higher Black Moss Reservoirs, were the road got quite muddy due to work being carried out, and heavy machinery having churned up the ground. The entrance to the Sculpture Trail where we have on previous occasions stopped for our morning brew, was as good a place as any today also
 



                                    The sky over Burnley was looking black.
After having climbed up a long steep hill on the road to Rough Lee, there was an even longer one down into the village.
Reaching the T junction at the bottom of the hill, we noticed that we were being watched from a high balcony overlooking Pendle Water in the valley below.
John and Martin had arranged with Anthony to join us for dinner. Luckily, Anthony was able to get a phone signal, so was able to tell them exactly where we were. After 5 or ten minutes, our pals arrived.
                          Ample seating was available by the village bus stop.

                     Alas, it's time to move on, in our quest to find some witches.
On previous Halloween walks in Rough Lee, we have come across some imaginative examples of the villagers enthusiasm. Perhaps because today we are earlier than usual, or maybe because of the weather forecast, there was not much to see today, except for the permanent memorial to Rough Lee's very own Alice Nutter

There was a veritable cascade of water coming over the waterfall by the road as we left the village

As the river crossed under the road a little further along, we left the road to follow the river.
In a field beside the river there was a selection of ducks, who must be used to being fed, as I had brought some bird seed with me and when I took my rucksack off they came waddling over. The field was on a slope, and higher up the field were two geese, who,
hearing the commotion of the ducks, made haste to join in the feed. 
Also up the field were three sheep, who not to be left out, also came running down, and seemed to have an appetite for bird seed.
      On reaching this bridge, we crossed over the river, to continue on the opposite bank.

As we neared the end of our walk we passed through this former mill hamlet with it's quaint
old cottages. The mill at the far end was up for sale, but only as a single dwelling. It had great potential but looked like it would need a lot of work and money spending on it.

                                                      The End
                                                          DK   

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