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Thursday, 29 April 2021

The Staffordshire Way: Day 7 Seisdon to Kinver Edge

Like the Barcelona posts, this post and its companions are a Covid lockdown project. The walk actually took place in 2005/6.

For an introduction to the Staffordshire Way, see Day 1.

Day 7 Monday 28/08/2006

The End of the Road

Participants: Francis, Mike, Alison C, & Myself

Staffordshire

There had been a longish gap since Day 6, but in early summer Francis was busy with the Duke of Edinburgh Award expeditions, then there was the small matter of summer holidays - and finally along came the August bank holiday Monday, the perfect day to finish the walk. This was our third day on Section 3: Parkland Staffordshire and the Southern Uplands. It is not as flat as some of its predecessors and finishes on the sandstone ridge of Kinver, Edge, but I am not totally convinced that a ridge rising to a dizzying 164m can really be described as 'southern uplands'. Still, it was a fine day's walk and brought the project to a pleasing conclusion.

Section 3: Parkland Staffordshire and the Southern Uplands

Seisdon To Highgate Common

August was distinctly warmer than April and it was not just Mike in shorts when we returned to Seisdon. We had our boots on and we were ready to go by 9.30.

Almost ready to leave Seisdon

Abbot's Castle Hill

We left the village on gently rising field paths which headed west, then south onto Tinker’s Castle Lane. This took us onto a ridge called Abbot’s Castle Hill (according to the OS Map), though the blog Lucy’s Wednesday Walks says it is locally known as Tinker’s Castle Ridge. There is no genuine castle, Abbot’s or Tinker’s though there is a Romano-British earthwork - not that we spotted it.

The ridge (it is not a hill whatever the OS say) runs SE-NW some 60m above the surrounding countryside and for several kilometres marks the Staffordshire/Shropshire boundary. Not so far back we were flirting with the outskirts of Wolverhampton, but our route drifted south west and we had crossed Staffordshire’s narrow tail without realising it. The scarp on the Shropshire side is steep, but summer foliage obscure the view.

Abbot's Castle Hill (really a ridge)

Halfpenny Green

Halfpenny Green Brut

The ridge became steadily lower and peters out around Halfpenny Green.

In 1983 Martin Vickers planted a ½ acre of vines just north of the hamlet and founded what was (I think) Staffordshire’s first modern commercial vineyard. Halfpenny Green Wine Estate now has 30 acres (12 ha) under vines producing 50-60,000 bottles a year, making it by far the largest of the county’s 5 current commercial vineyards.

On the other side of the village was RAF Bobbington, which after the war became became Halfpenny Green Airport and now describes itself as Wolverhampton Airport. At an air race here in 1972 Prince William of Gloucester, the Queen’s cousin, clipped a tree with a wing of his Piper Cherokee; he and his passenger died in the ensuing crash. When we walked past in 2006 the then owners had a plan to start commercial flights handling 500,000 passengers a year. After local opposition they gave up and sold the airport in November 2006. Halfpenny Green now concentrates on private aircraft, flying schools, helicopters and microlights.

Halfpenny Green airport

We headed south towards Highgate Common. En route we encountered some members of the local hunt. The hunting of wild animals with dogs became illegal in 2005, though drag hunting is still permitted. They looked shifty – as shifty as expensively dressed men on very large and expensive horses can look. They also seemed suspicious of us, carefully watching as we moved off their patch. I have no evidence that anything unlawful was taking place, maybe it is just my prejudice…..

Towards Highgate Common (deliberately with no huntsmen in shot)

Highgate Common to Enville

130 ha of mixed heath and woodland, Highgate Common was returned to its natural state after being cultivated during World War 2. With 140 recorded species of fauna of which 36 are rare either nationally or regionally, it became a Site of Special Scientific Interest in 2004 when under the care of South Staffordshire District council. Since 2009 the common has been owned and managed by the Staffordshire Wildlife Trust.

Highgate Common

It is now said to be well equipped with benches and picnic sites, but perhaps there were fewer in 2006 as we had our coffee seated on the ground.

Coffee break

Working our way south west me must have passed near to Mere Hall, a mid-18th century listed building with later additions which now advertises itself as a ‘glamping site’. I do not remember it nor the two fish ponds the maps says we walked between.

Continuing to Lutley Lane we encountered the second of the two emus on this walk at Salters Park Farm – I thought it odd to find one emu is Staffordshire, but there were at least two in 2006. There are more now, and should you require an ostrich or a rhea, they too are available. Salters Park also had a llama, though it failed to cooperate with the camera.

The Salter's Park Farm emu

We turned south down Lutley Lane, leaving it after 300m to continue south where the road curls off to the west.

Leaving Lutley Lane

Following the path south we crossed Philley Brook, rounded Bendey’s Wood and after a couple of kilometres emerged on the A458 just outside Enville.

Bendey's Wood

Enville

We stopped for a snack and a pint at The Cat at Enville, something of a favourite watering hole at the time. It has been CAMRA’s South Staffordshire Pub of the Year in six of the last eight years so perhaps I should have made the effort to visit it since 2006. Back then, at least, The Cat did not look much from the outside, but the interior was comfortable, the management welcoming and the beer came (and still comes) from the estimable Enville Brewery, which has been operating in the nearby hamlet of Cox Green since 1993. Enville Ale, their signature brew since the start, is well worth seeking out, particularly as a summer beer. Based on a 19th century beekeepers’ recipe, the use of honey gives it a beguiling sweetness and a ‘bouquet of floral summer’ (their words) well balanced by a dry hoppiness.

Francis and Alison outside The Cat, Enville

At the south end of the village, we passed Enville Hall. Something of the original Tudor Farmhouse lurks within the current hall which is largely rebuilt after a fire in 1905. The Enville estate was acquired in the 15th century by the Grey family and in 1628 Henry Grey became Earl of Stamford. The Earls of Stamford also acquired Dunham Massey Hall on the edge of Greater Manchester which became their main seat. When the 7th Earl died childless in 1883 the estate was split, Dunham Massey going to the 8th Earl – a distant cousin of the 7th - and Enville passing to even more distant relations. The 10th Earl died childless in 1976, the Earldom went extinct and Dunham Massey passed to the National Trust. Enville Hall remains a private residence and is still owned by descendants of the Greys.

Enville Hall

A track took us round the Enville parkland and into Lyndon Covert. As a ‘covert’ is by definition ‘a thicket in which game can hide’ this is or was Enville Estate pheasant shooting territory.

Through Lyndon Covert

From Lyndon Covert a sunken lane…

Along the sunken lane

… and another covert took us almost to Kinver…

Nearing Kinver

…where we turned right and climbed Kinver Edge, a sandstone ridge south of the town which marks the boundary between Staffordshire and Worcestershire.

Kinver from Kinver Edge

Kinver Edge is noted for dwellings hollowed into the soft stone. The Holy Austin Rock Houses, were inhabited until the 1960s, making them the last inhabited troglodyte dwellings in the country. Much of Kinver Edge is owned by the National Trust, some of the cave dwellings have been tarted up and are open to the public. They were close to our route, but I do not remember seeing them and have no photos, so presumably we missed them.

The high point of the edge, 164m, is marked by a trig point where we paused for a photo….

Alison, Francis and me, Trig point, Kinver Edge (so Mike took the photo)

….before continuing to the spot where Staffordshire become Worcestershire and the Staffordshire Way ends. Mike and Alison were completing this walk for the first time and this is how they looked at the end.

Alison and Mike at the end of the Staffordshire Way

Francis and I had also completed the walk nine years previously with Brian (absent today) and Dino and this is how we looked then. Dino was a companion on many walks in the 1990s and early 2000s, but sadly not in 2005/6.

Dino, Brian, Francis and me at the same spot in 1997

A descent of the edge to a car left in one of the National Trust car parks brought the Staffordshire Way to its conclusion.

It is, to be fair, not one of the great walks, the start and finish are good, but some of the middle section is a little dull. But overall, there is great variety, hills and rivers, hamlets and small towns, canals, railways and industrial archaeology. Above all, it is always green and there is abundant fresh air – and in seven full days we saw only 20 minutes rain.

Today's distance: 19km
Total distance completed: 150km

The Staffordshire Way - start to finish

The Staffordshire Way

Tuesday, 20 April 2021

Staffordshire Way: Day 6 Lapley to Seisdon

Like the Barcelona posts, this post and its companions are a Covid lockdown project. The walk actually took place in 2005/6.

For an introduction to the Staffordshire Way, see Day 1.

Day 6 Saturday 29/04/2006

Starting the Journey Down the Tail of Staffordshire

Participants: Francis, Mike, Alison C, & Myself

Staffordshire

Another flat section, the start and finish points being small villages not particularly well-known, even within Staffordshire. This was our second day on Section 3: Parkland Staffordshire and the Southern Uplands, and Lapley is not even marked on the Section map. It is between Mitton (actually even smaller) and the Telford Aqueduct over the A5. Staffordshire has an unusual shape with a southern tail, best seen on the map at the end of these posts. It was not always like this, it looked like a regular county before its industrial south east corner, Wolverhampton, Walsall, West Bromwich and surrounding areas were donated to the new West Midlands Metropolitan County in 1974. From a walking point of view this was no great loss, what remains are a few outer suburbs and much open countryside.

Section 3: Parkland Staffordshire and the Southern Uplands

Lapley

We returned to Lapley at the end of April when the warmer weather persuaded Mike into his shorts. We hauled on our boots outside the church. The nave, chancel and lower parts of the stumpy four-square tower are Norman, above it is 15th century.

Almost ready to leave Lapley

Lapley is a small village but was once important. When Burghead, son of Ælfgar, Lord of Mercia, died in Reims in 1061 his dying wish was to be buried there in the Benedictine Abbey of Saint-Remi. To this end Ælfgar donated land to the Abbey, including a plot at Lapley where a satellite house of Saint-Remi was subsequently established. Lapley Priory thrived until 1415 when Henry V suppressed ‘alien priories’ during his war with France. The Priory House survived until the Civil War when it was fortified and garrisoned. In response parliament had it dismantled in 1645.

From Lapley we crossed a field and followed a dead straight farm track to Lapley Wood Farm and  descended to the Shropshire Union Canal.

Down to the Shropshire Union Canal

The Shropshire Union Canal

The Shropshire Union was a complex network of canals. We were walking beside the main line which connects the Mersey at Ellesmere Port to the Staffs and Worcs Canal at Wolverhampton. It passes through more of Cheshire and Staffordshire than Shropshire but its purpose was to link all the canals from Shropshire and North Wales into the national system.

The Stretton Spoil Banks

Completed in 1835, decades after the other canals on this walk, it was the last of the ‘narrow’ trunk canals and the final major work of Thomas Telford. Canal building had changed since James Brindley’s day. His canals (the three previous waterways on this walk) carefully followed the contours of the land, Telford’s were much straighter, he dug cuttings, constructed aqueducts and tunnelled through hillsides. We had joined the canal at its highest point, but the surrounding land is higher still and this stretch is the Stretton Cutting; the earth dug out being heaped on either side. Now wooded, the Stretton Spoil Banks make a pleasantly shaded walk along the tow path.

The Stretton Spoil Banks, Shropshire Union Canal

Telford's Aqueduct over the London-Holyhead Road

Beyond the spoil banks the canal crosses another of Telford’s major works, the London-Holyhead Road, now known as the A5. Completed in 1826 with the opening of the Menai Suspension Bridge (see ‘Both sides of the Menai Strait’ – Part 1 ends and Part 2 starts with Telford’s bridge), the road was of great importance. The 1801 Act of Union had united the British and Irish Parliaments, so a highway linking London and Dublin via the Holyhead ferry had both strategic and symbolic value. The A5 is still, in parts, a major road, but as a whole its importance is long gone. It is still spanned by Telford’s aqueduct, so this section has seen no significant widening – but that does not detract from Telford’s achievement which, to be fair, looks more impressive from the road than from the canal.

Telford's Aqueduct over the A5

Another kilometre along the straight, flat and increasingly tedious tow path took us to Broomhall Bridge. The morning was becoming warmer and it was time to remove some outer clothing.

Broomhall Bridge, Shropshire Union Canal

Brewood

After yet another kilometre we reached Brewood Bridge where we at last left the canal and walked through the town. Although not a Staffordshire native I have lived in the county for almost 30 years and this was my one and only visit to Brewood. Pronounced ‘Brood’ it gained a reputation as a small but prosperous market town in the middle ages, and little has changed since – except our definitions of ‘prosperous’ (two oxen and a plough doesn’t cut it any more) and ‘small town’ (Brewood’s current population of 7,500 would have made it England’s second biggest city in the late 14th century).

Brewood

We left Brewood heading south west, returning to the canal only to cross Dean Hall Bridge from where we could look back at the parish church of St Mary and St Chad.

Looking back to Brewood from Dean Hall Bridge

Chillington Hall

Field paths brought us out onto the Upper Avenue of Chillington Hall. I have a drive, but I cannot imagine anyone needing binoculars to view my house from it.

Chillington Hall, middle of the Upper Avenue

We crossed the Upper Avenue near its midpoint; visitors some centuries ago would first have had to drive the equally long Lower Avenue even to reach the Upper Avenue. I have a closer view of the house, Cowpat Walks 9: Codsall (2015) followed a different footpath.

Chillington Hall from rather closer (2015)

The present house was built in 1724, but the Giffard family (pronounced with a soft ‘g’) have owned a house on this site since 1175. The continuity is remarkable, but the Giffards managed it despite remaining Catholics throughout the Tudor persecution and backing the loser in the Civil War. John Giffard is currently the 29th generation to live here. In a move his forebears might have found perplexing, he joined the police force on leaving Southampton University in 1973 and retired as Chief Constable of Staffordshire in 2006.

Chillington to Codsall

Working our way south round the estate we took a track that led to, then over the M54 – one reason why the A5 has not needed widening and Telford’s aqueduct has survived.

The M54 crossing on a quiet day in 2015

Gunstone

The same farm track continued to the hamlet of Gunstone. The name is an unusual hybrid, Gunni being a Danish personal name while tun is Old English for a farmstead. After Alfred the Great’s victory over the Danish warlord Guthrum at the Battle of Edington in 878, the Danes agreed to settle only to the north and east of Watling Street, leaving the south and west to the Kingdoms of Wessex and Mercia. The route of the Roman road known to the Saxon’s as Watling Street was extensively used by Telford in the construction of his London-Holyhead Road. We had crossed the A5/Watling Street 7km ago, so either Gunni had not read the treaty, or he had become assimilated among the Saxons.

The fishpond just south of Gunstone is an attractive place to drown worms – if that is your thing.

Fishpond, Gunstone Hall

Proof-reading Nightmare

Less than a kilometre of field paths now separated us from Codsall.

The Staffordshire Way was created and is maintained by Staffordshire County Council. They are responsible for the waymarking, which is generally good, the distinctive yellow arrows are easily seen wherever you need them. In 2015 between Gunstone and Codsall we encountered the sign below, I suspect there may be many more of them.

I do not wish to be over-critical; I am well aware of the pitfalls of proof-reading but… someone had only five words to check and messed up on the big one.

Proof-reading nightmare, near Codsall

Codsall

Codsall is a relative newcomer among Staffordshire towns. Having swallowed Billbrook and Oaken it is larger than Brewood and is the administrative centre for the South Staffordshire district. It is also only a couple of hundred metres of greenbelt from being itself swallowed up by Wolverhampton, lurking just over the county boundary.

Church Street in Codsall (in 2015, but it hasn't changed much)

We walked through Codsall to the station…

Codsall Station, still functioning, unlike so many others

…not because we wanted to catch a train, though that can be done there, but because the station buildings have been converted into a pub, a good place for a bite and a pint of Holden’s excellent Black Country Bitter.

The pub on Codsall Station

New micro-breweries and craft ales are two-a-penny, or they were before the Covid lockdowns, but it is not a new idea. Holdens have been craft brewing in Dudley since 1915. And long may they continue.

A track almost opposite the station took us to Oaken from where we followed minor roads to the A41.

Looking back at Codsall

Wrottesley Park and Hall

Once across the main road, the path runs parallel with it as far as the Wrottesley Park lodge, then turns on to the park.

Wrottesley Park

We crossed it all, but missed Wrottesley Hall - it was probably hidden by trees. The relatively modest house was built in 1923, replacing a Christopher Wren designed mansion which burned down in 1897 and that had been a replacement for a moated Tudor house demolished in 1686. Like the Giffards at Chillington, the Wrottesley family held the estate from the 12th century, but unlike the Giffards, they sold up in the 1960s.

Perton and Nurton

For most of the afternoon we were in open country but within sight of Wolverhampton. As geographers like Francis and Alison would say, between industry and agriculture is horsiculture. We certainly encountered horses, but these margins also grow golf courses and our route led us round the edge of Perton Golf Course.

Round Perton Golf Course

Perton, a few hundred metres to our left, is a large commuter village built in the 1970s on the site of the former wartime RAF Perton. Not quite contiguous with Wolverhampton it remains in South Staffordshire after seeing off an expansion attempt by its larger neighbour in 1987.

Old Perton is a line of up-market dwellings lining an east-west ridge south of the new village. We topped the ridge and set off down the wonderfully named Toadsnest Lane on the other side.

Down Toadsnest Lane

It is no longer obvious where Old Perton ends and Nurton begins (names round here swing seemlessly from imaginative to banal). At the old hamlet of Nurton, the ridge changes to north-south and we walked below it …

Nurton on its ridge

…and into Freehold Wood.

Freehold Wood

Smestow Brook

From the wood to Trescott is a couple of kilometres of flat farmland. The fields are fairly small and enough hedgerows remain for stiles to be plentiful, but it was a pleasant stroll in warm spring sunshine.

Blackthorn in blossom, near Trescott

The internet has little to say about the village apart from warnings about the ‘treacherous’ ford across the Smestow Brook, but we crossed the brook on a well-made farm track.

Smestow Brook

Smestow Brook is largely insignificant, and the Perton-Nurton ridge only stands out because the rest of the land is so flat. But, since Penkridge on Day 5 we had never been far from the River Penk. It actually runs through Perton and rises just inside Wolverhampton. The Penk runs into the Sow, which enters the Trent at Shugborough (Day 4) and discharges into the North Sea on the east coast. The Smestow Brook runs into the Stour which later joins the Severn and reaches the sea on the west coast. Between Perton and Trescott we had crossed the English watershed. This makes the Perton-Nurton ridge rather more important than it looks.

Field paths following the generally southwesterly line of the brook brought to the village of Seisdon. We had left a car on the grass verge near the substantial Seisdon House (17th century with 19th century extensions) so that was the end of Day 6.

Seisdon House

Today's distance: 22km
Total distance completed: 131km

The Staffordshire Way: The First Six Days

The Staffordshire Way