Monday, 7 April 2025
Sunday, 6 April 2025
Saturday, 5 April 2025
Birtle: Passing the Old Policemans' Lodge
After the Pack Horse, I reached the last part of my Birtle-Carr Wood-Ashworth Valley circular walk.
Heading back towards Castle Hill Road, I found myself passing the Old Policeman's Lodge:
The lodge seems to be now, in some way, connected to the new housing development on Elbut Lane.
With only the housing scheme residents allowed to walk round the lodge.
Shortly after this, I saw the Old Hanging Barn in the distance:
Have never really found out if the barn was really used as a place for hanging felons in the past or whether this is just an old wives' tale (years ago, a friend used to tell me all kinds of old wives' tales about Birtle, probably passed down from his mother).
Friday, 4 April 2025
Ashworth Valley to the Pack Horse
After crossing the green bridge and climbing a small hill:
Getting out of Ashworth Valley was easy:
A nice walk across the damp fields took me to the Pack Horse pub:
And a pint of ale was really tempting during a long walk, of course.
Thursday, 3 April 2025
Finally Seeing Hooverphonic with Geike
A few shots from a fantastic evening with Hooverphonic yesterday.
This was the third time I'd seen Hooverphonic over the years, but the first time with Geike (I rather foolishly missed the opportunity to see the band with her many years ago).
Wednesday, 2 April 2025
Ashworth Valley: A Big Surprise
Upon entering the wonderful Ashworth Valley:
I was greeted by a big surprise:
Yeah, someone had built a kind of wooden hut.
From all angles, the wooden hut looked great:
I showed these pictures to a friend in Kent, who, quite rightly, stressed that somebody has put a lot of hard graft into the hut:
Inside the hut, there was no wooden floor, just thick mud, but wooden sleeping places were attached to the sides of the building.
All in all, seeing this wonderful hut was well worth my brief venture into Ashworth Valley.
Tuesday, 1 April 2025
From Carr Wood to Ashworth Valley
Then a pack of silage bags:
And a farmstead:
Which all kind of led me into Ashworth Valley:
It was great to be away from Bury town centre, which, rightly or wrongly, is often viewed as a sh%thole.