LONG PRESTON to SETTLE (almost) CIRCULAR

 


Summary

Date - 10th September 2016 Distance - 8.5 miles
Ascent -
1080ft
Map - OL41 Start point - Long Preston station (SD 8338 5793)

 

Summits Achieved

Name Height (ft) Height (m) Grid Ref
Hunter Bark 1033 315 SD 8264 6104

 

Preface

"What a super walk with Uncle Bob", said Allen, looking up from the laptop. "There are plenty of good pictures so it will illustrate our story well."

"I really did not think that we would ever walk with him again, but since his hip operation he has now fully recovered", went on Tetley. "So here's to more to come."

It was then that Shaun, Little Eric & Grizzly, arrived with the flasks and cake tin.

"Ooh great", cheered Southey, going to get the mugs and plates.

"I'll, give you a paw, pouring the tea", volunteered Allen.

"Thanks pal."

"So for cake today we have chocolate coated flapjack from Little Eric, and I have made mincemeat slice", said Grizzly.

"Ooh lovely", enthused Southey, helping himself to a piece of each. After taking a bite he said, "the flapjack is deeelicious, Little Eric".

"And the mincemeat slice is lovely", called out Tetley.

So content and with steaming mugs in paw, our thoughts turned to walking.

"Dad went to see Dennis, his osteopath, this morning", said Shaun. "His back is still not yet healed and so Dennis has recommended a gentle walk. Dad thought of going to do the Three Rivers tomorrow, yet again, but maybe we can come up with an idea over new ground."

"I know what would please Dad", laughed Grizzly. "One that is not far from Elaine's at Feizor, so he can go for tea and cake afterwards."

"So we need to look at OL41", called out Tetley, as he went off to get the map."

On his return, Allen said, "actually Dad has the Ordnance survey app on the iPad now. When he bought the new OL4 he got access to the map. He had thought that it would just be that map area, but in fact it is the whole of the country."

"I had forgotten that", replied Tetley. "Still the paper maps will be what we will take on the walk."

"Of course pal", agreed Allen.

Meanwhile Shaun had opened the map up and with Grizzly, Little Eric and Southey was pouring over it.

Little Eric said, "Long Preston is not too far past Feizor, and we know there is parking at the station. Maybe there will be some new ground from there?"

"That's an idea, pal", agreed Grizzly.

Locating Long Preston, Shaun pointed, "we have not walked this lane, which peters out but then continues as a track and finally coming to a road almost at Settle."

"Good start", agreed Southey. "Then we can take Lambert Lane, to this road and then turn south again."

"That will take us past Scaleber Force, which will be worth a look again", commented Tetley.

"Langber Lane will be our return route then", said Shaun. "We have actually walked its far end from the hamlet of Otterburn on a previous walk."

"But we will not need to go all the way today, rather return to Long Preston via these footpaths."

"Sounds like a good plan", said Allen. "I'll go and see what Dad thinks", picking up the map and heading out of the door."

"Can I have another mug of tea, please?"

"Sure, Southey", replied Shaun.

"You had better pour Allen one too", laughed Shaun. "We all know what a tea belly he is."

"Just like Dad", agreed Little Eric.

Minutes later Allen was back. "It's on."

"Great" cheered Southey, and raising his steaming mug, "here's to tomorrow."

 

The Walk

The drive was very familiar, especially for Dad, as it was the route he and Uncle Brian took every Monday to Elaine's. Today we drove past the lane to Feizor, continuing along the A65 to Long Preston, turning down the lane right to the car park at the railway station.

Dad was soon ready and we got ourselves settled in his rucksack.

As he shouldered this, he said, "right, off we go."

"It's back to the main road, then we turn left", instructed Shaun.

The A65, is a very busy road, so it was with some surprise that Dad was able to take this of it empty of traffic.

Just a few yards onwards, Southey said, "the Boars Head looks ever so colourful with all the hanging baskets."

"OK", said Shaun. "We continue to the green taking the road right, and almost immediately go left up Green Gate Lane."

Very soon Tetley said, "this is it", pointing at the sign.

From the start this climbed gently if relentlessly. Allen said, "what are you doing?", as he noticed that Little Eric was looking from side to side.

"Looking for the green gate" he replied .

"Oh I see", laughed Allen.

Dad stopped and got the camera out. "What are you taking?", asked Grizzly.

"That group of trees to the left", he replied.

Eventually the name changed to Edge Lane passing an area of access land called The Edge, and then after about a further half mile the tarmac ended. There are no farms or other buildings off this lane so as a consequence there were no vehicles, enabling us to enjoy undisturbed, the wide open views to Bowland and Pendle Hill and over to the fells above Settle.

When we had been planning the route, it had been noted that there was a modest summit called Hunter Bark a short distance off the track. Dad had agreed to take us to the trig point to bag it. So here Tetley called out, "that's Hunter Bark ahead."

As Dad made to stride on, Grizzly called out, "there is something lodged in that solitary tree. Whatever can it be?"

Dad immediately made for the tree, and as we got close, Allen said, "it's a little teddy bear. However did he get here?"

"Oh dear, lord knows how long he has been stuck here", cried Southey. "the poor little lad is in such a state and must be soaking wet too."

"You'll have to rescue him Dad", implored Little Eric.

"I will, of that there is no doubt", agreed Dad.

Dad lifted him carefully down, and carried him as we made our way on. Shortly we climbed the stile on the left, immediately leaving the footpath right to climb a path roughly parallel with the wall of the track, and soon reach the trig point on Hunter Bark.

"That's another one for our Yorkshire Dales Fells list", cheered Allen.

"Come on pals, let's sit on top for our picture", called out Little Eric. "Hunter must sit with us too. That is what we have decided to call our rescued pal," he informed Dad.

"Thank you so much for saving me", said Hunter.

"You know we were fated to come this way, so that you could be rescued", replied Dad. "For the rest of the walk it will be best if you just snuggle down in the rucksack. Then tomorrow I will see to gently cleaning you up and getting you dry."

"Thanks Dad", he replied.

"If we head east down the fell we will come to that fence corner and over that to the track again", said Shaun.

This was fine except that the fence had barbed wire across the top, and the height was such that getting over was a little difficult. Dad therefore had to do this carefully!

On the track again, this climbed then swung left. Away to the right there were good views of the hills near Settle, like this of Attermire Scar and Langcliffe Scar.

Onward we then reached Black's Plantation, the track leading right round its top to end at Mitchell Lane.

"The road leads to Settle in about half a mile", said Shaun. "We go right on the track called Lambert Lane."

With substantial walls on either side it was, straight for a section, then swung left descending to pass a sheepfold.

Eventually it led past a ruinous barn to High Hill Lane, below High Hill & Sugar Loaf Hill.

"I remember the day we climbed Sugar Loaf Hill, with Uncle Bob", recalled Tetley. "It was extremely windy and we had to shelter in the lee of the rucksack while you took our picture. Then you had the difficult job of getting us safely tucked inside again. Uncle Bob sensibly left us to it, descending to get out of the wind."

"We turn right here", advised Shaun.

This brought us to Scaleber Bridge, where just before it was right over the stile and along the path a little way to view Scaleber Force in full spate. "Wow, quite a sight", commented Southey.

At the road again we continued across Scaleber Bridge and shortly where the road swung sharp left kept ahead on Langber Lane.

Grizzly commented, "we have been to Otterburn and we walked the far end of this lane, taking in the summit of Newton Moor Top."

"That's right pal", agreed Tetley. "We started from Long Preston, and believe it or not it was early 2013 when we did the walk."

"Over three years ago!", exclaimed Allen. "How time flies."

Shortly after we started along the lane, it came a some surprise to be passed by a police car, to shortly finding it parked and the policeman walking ahead.

Shaun was scrutinising the map. Then with a mystified expression on his face said, "there are no farms or other habitation off the track, so I wonder where he is going."

We met four ladies walking in the opposite direction, the only other walkers we met all day. Then finally we met the policeman (Sgt. Williams) who had turned back and Dad stopped to chat. He said, "I had never been along here before so was just scouting out the area."

From the fact that the tarmac was still intact in many places, it seem to us that this had once been a road fit for motor vehicles.

Soon after this section, Shaun said, "We need to keep a look out for a path off this track to the right."

It was eagle eyed Grizzly, who called out, "it's here. There is a little path descending the bank."

Taking this we dropped down to walk by the fence and find the signpost for the footpath. "Might have been more helpful if the signpost was actually by the track", commented Little Eric.

Passed through a gate and then forded Book Gill Beck on the stepping stones. "That was a bit easier than crossing the River Calder, laughed Tetley.

"Aye lad. I still have dry feet today."

Now the path led us parallel with the beck but climbing high above, to then bend right. We crossed a tiny stream and through a broken wall, to then reach a junction of walls.

"It is through the gate, then half left across the field", instructed Shaun.

This took us to a gate in the wall ahead, to then follow a clear path through a field where sheep were grazing.

"Look", called out Southey, "there is two of our favourite Herdwicks amongst the others."

"What no complaints, Allen?", queried Little Eric.

"Well I don't mind sheep pictures if there are Herdwicks."

The picture above now illustrates our route. The clear path led us to the kissing gate where beyond a number of paths join. One comes in through the gate on the left side of the picture. A path goes ahead and then left over the footbridge. None were our route, this being right across the other footbridge, then round and left up the slope to the edge of New Pasture Plantation.

Through a gate here to then follow the wide track, but leave this almost immediately via a gap stile and cross the field diagonally on clear grassy path to stepped gap stile in the wall. Here descended to next stepped gap stile and then left to similar stile in wall on then left. Then it was diagonally right to another stepped gap stile and ahead to the next. Long Preston was close now.

"Do we go across the field to that stile?", asked Southey.

"No pal", replied Shaun. "We keep left by wall and over that step stile."

This put us on a walled grassy track, that following it right brought us to School Lane, where right took us past Green Gate Lane and to the A65.

Before we returned to the car, Dad stopped to take this picture of what we thought was an old water fountain. It was presented to the town by Thomas Holgate in memory of this father in 1869.

Then strolling up beside, was this pretty green surrounded by houses.

As Dad got his boots off, Tetley said, "to Elaine's then?"

"Yes lad, and you can all come in too as usual."

"Great", cheered Little Eric.

There was surprise when we arrived, Dad explaining we had been walking. Sat at the table by the kitchen. He had a lovely fruit scone with butter and jam, a piece of chocolate caramel shortbread and pot of tea.

There was chat with everyone especially with Elaine who came and sat at the table. Dad rang Uncle Brian to give time of arrival home. Then a bit later Elaine sat to chat again. So, Dad had to ring Uncle Brian again with a revised home time. Now near closing time, Hannah was sweeping up around Dad!

As we drove home Dad said, "it has been a good day lads, and I really feel better for the walk."

"That's good", replied Allen. "We have enjoyed exploring new ground."

"And rescuing poor little Hunter too", went on Grizzly. "Our good deed for the day."

On that note, Dad was as good as his word. The very next morning he carefully washed him, then he had a last rinse and spin in the washing machine. He admitted to being rather dizzy for a spell afterwards, but said it was worth it, because it then meant he was soon dry and his fur had fluffed up a treat. A very happy new member of our Hug.

back

shopify analytics