I climbed Crookrise Crag last month. I think I should have made this post a bit earlier, but I’ve been focusing on a writing project and I wanted to get a good chunk of that done. But it’s here now.
Crookrise Crag is next to Embsay Crag, which I’ve done a post about. I can’t find anything on the name, and I’m not going to make any guesses because I’ve found that names don’t always come from where you think, even when it seems obvious. But the name does suit the hill.
The crag is apparently good for climbing. Not being a rock climber, I can’t offer my opinion on that, but I felt I should mention it. And I also feel I should mention that dogs aren’t allowed up there. Dogs aren’t allowed on Barden Moor in general, except for the bridleway and maybe a few other paths, but the one that goes up Crookrise is not one of said paths. And Barden Moor is used for grouse hunting, and sometimes shut off. I’m not sure how Crookrise specifically is affected, but when walking on Barden Moor, it’s worth checking if you actually can first.
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Buckden is a village in North Yorkshire, and Buckden Pike is the hill that stands beside it. ‘Buckden’ comes from words meaning ‘he-goat’ and ‘valley’. There’s a route up the Pike direct from the village car park, which is the route I went up and down by when I climbed it earlier this month.
There’s not a great deal to say about the beginning of this walk. You leave the car park by the track that’s heading out of it and just stick to that for a long time. It’s nice and straightforward, no risk of getting confused.
And it is just generally very pleasant to walk. You rise pretty fast, so it’s great views from the get go. For a while you’re walking with a steep slope on either side of the path, going up on the right and down on the left. Being my easily amused self, I like seeing trees growing on slopes like that, slightly slanted.
After a bit you reach a wall running alongside the left of the path, but it’s not a high wall so you can see over it, if you want to keep taking the views in.
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Boulsworth Hill is in Pendle, in Lancashire, but very close to the Yorkshire border. It’s not the most popular hill; I climbed it on a Bank Holiday, and there was barely anyone about. I suppose when people think about climbing a hill in Pendle, the obvious choice is Pendle Hill. Boulsworth is a bit smaller, but probably more difficult; the paths are not as well defined, and in some parts it is impossible to entirely avoid bog.
To be honest, it knocked me for six a bit. I’ve done bigger and more strenuous hills and mountains in my life, but this was the most difficult walk I’ve done for some time and I underestimated it a little. I have climbed it before but not for several years, and I didn’t have very clear memories of it. But it was a rewarding experience, even if I wasn’t feeling great.
The name ‘Boulsworth’ may come from a word meaning ‘bull’s neck’, apparently because of a ridge that somehow resembles that. I’ve not seen it myself but I haven’t studied the hill. The summit is called Lad Law.
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I don’t think I’ve done a walking post in ages. I have been walking, just ones I’ve written about here before. But I don’t think I’ve ever done a post on Sharp Haw, which is weird because it doesn’t feel like that long since I last climbed it. But apparently so.
So, Sharp Haw is a small hill in the Yorkshire Dales, a bit outside of Skipton. It’s very distinctive; it goes up quickly at the top, so it looks kind of pointed. I don’t know if that’s why it called Sharp Haw; it seems appropriate, especially since its neighbouring hill is called Rough Haw and is bumpier looking, but I’ve learnt that the obvious reason for a name isn’t always the real one. ‘Haw’ is either from an old word for hill, or an old word for ‘view’. Either would make sense.
There’s more than one path up Sharp Haw, but I’ve basically always walked the same route. I think I went up a different way once, but I don’t have very clear memories of that. I almost always start from a road called Bog Lane. There’s a gate with a little parking area next to it, and Sharp Haw in view beyond it. Continue reading “Sharp Haw”
The Pendle Sculpture Trail is a series of sculptures near the village of Barley, in Pendle. I’m bad at opening posts so I thought I’d start this one with a redundant statement. I haven’t done a map like I did with the last walking post, because I had a little bit of difficulty with it. I will probably do them again in future though.
Anyway, this walk was longer than I had anticipated. It’s not long, but the actual trail is a bit out of Barley and it’s a decent walk to get there. And there’s lots of great views along the way, so it would be a really nice walk even without the sculpture trail.
Barley is also the standard starting point for climbing Pendle Hill – not the shorter route I’ve written about – so there’s a good sized carpark. That’s a good starting point.
A path leads you out of the carpark, through a field and along the beck, and deposits you in the middle of the village. Then you continue along the main road until you’re at the edge of the village. The road bends to the left, and at the bend another road comes off and you go up this other road. You stick to this road, which takes you right out of the village.
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This post is about a walk around Langcliffe, a little village in the Yorkshire Dales. As you can see, I have attempted to draw out the route on a map – or two, in fact. I don’t know if I’ve got it exactly right, but the general gist is there. And I used the satellite image rather than an actual map because I personally find them easier to work with, and this is my personal blog. I don’t know if it’s actually helpful.
But this isn’t a proper walking blog. If you do feel like doing any of the walks I describe you should definitely check the route with a better source first.
So, you start in the village car park, which is always a handy place to start a walk. Leading out is a little lane going out of the village. You walk some way along there, before climbing over a stile on the left-hand side into a field. Then it’s across the fields, continuing in the same general direction, until the path turns into more of a track, which goes through a gate. Langcliffe is on the railway – though it doesn’t have a station – and by this point you’ve been running parallel with the line for a while, but now is when you really end up next to it.
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I’m kind of surprised that I don’t seem to have a post on Foulridge Reservoir, but given I recently walked around it I will remedy that. Although it’s not a very long post because it’s a very simple walk.
Foulridge is a village in east Lancashire, and is actually home to multiple reservoirs, but I’m referring to Foulridge Lower Reservoir, which is the largest and is the one which feeds into the canal, and the others are to feed into this one. It’s also called Lake Burwain, but I’ve never actually heard anyone call it that.
Anyway. On this occasion we did the walk differently to usual. Normally we’d walk down Langroyd Road, where a path breaks off that leads down to the reservoir, walk round the reservoir to the sailing club, then either continue on around the other side or go back into Foulridge proper along the road. This time we started at the sailing club. You can park on Reedymoor Lane and walk up to the reservoir from there.
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