Saturday, 31 January 2015

Walking and stitching in winter

On the 2nd of January Hubby and I went for a walk in the Yorkshire Dales.


A thrush and a fieldfare



We parked the car at a village called Bell Busk and took the footpath towards Haw Crag (above)  from the top you can see the moors and fells, Pendle Hill and the South Pennines. Then down the other side to join the Pennine way for a short while.


The River Aire was full to burst as we crossed the foot bridge.




across many muddy, water logged fields towards Kirk Syke.


The old barn at Kirk Syke was worth a closer look


Then we turned up the lane away from the farm


and onto Well Head Laithe


The moon was rising as we headed back to Bell Busk.


Over a bridge over Otterburn Beck and back to the car.
I finally finished the hen I was making for my mum.



Mandy Pattullo style applique. 



Another walk we did early on in the month was from the village of Lumbutts in the Pennines.
This information is taken from the Power in The Landscape website-
The Water Wheel Tower at Lumbutts Mill, Langfield. 
This water wheel tower was built between 1828 and 1830 for the Fielden Brothers of Todmorden. The tower, which is 98 ft high, housed three water wheels, one above the other.  Each of these overshot wheels was 30’ in diameter and 6 ft wide.
Four dams were built above the mill to supply the wheels, but it is not clear how the water was brought to the different levels. (Probably a piped siphon system was used.)
The water was reused from wheel to wheel and using the full supply of 18 tons of water per minute this produced a maximum of 53 horsepower.
The chimney contained a spiral staircase.


We climbed up out of the village.

It was a clear, cold day and if we were honest we had left it a bit too late in the day to start this walk....more of that later.




Stoodley Pike was in the distance.
 Up and up we climbed towards the dark cliffs of Langfield Edge.

and then the path curves around the head of Black Clough and doubles back across the other side.


We were now walking along the top of Coldwell hill.The sun didn't reach this side of the valley that day. 
The sun was rapidly setting behind us across the moors.

 And the moon was rising in front of us.


I have not got any more photos from this walk, it was a long slippy path down to the village and it was soon too dark to see where we were walking let alone take photos!