A Circular Walk Around Staffordshire's North East Corner
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| Staffordshire |
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| Staffordshire Moorlands |
With just Francis, Mike and myself available, Cowpat 4 would hardly have been quorate if Francis had not previously walked it with Alison. That walk, on Easter Monday, was in rain and mist, this one was largely in sunshine, but sunshine with very little warmth.
Biddulph Grange Country Park to the Staffordshire Way
We arrived at Biddulph Country Park a little after 9. The sign on the car park gate said it would be unlocked at 7am, the padlock suggested this might not be entirely true. I parked on the road outside.
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| The gates to the car park were firmly locked |
We strolled north up the minor road, turning left where the attractive Mill House sits behind its large pond.
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| Francis passes Mill House |
Ignoring the belligerent goose we turned down what was once, presumably, the mill race. We should have been in the field above, but it was a very pretty path down a steep dingle lined with bluebells.
It may have been pretty, but the path was also muddy,
slippery and, occasionally, steep. With my camera in one hand and sunglasses in
the other, I descended a particularly precipitous section which seemed to offer four natural steps. The lowest looked like a stone, but had the
properties of ice and promptly dumped me in the mud on my backside.
My initial attempt at standing was abandoned when I discovered my left
hand was lodged on a thistle, but eventually I made it and continued down the
path.
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| A pretty path down a steep dingle... |
100m further on I realised I no longer had my sunglasses. I am quite attached to them - they are ‘genuine’ Ray-bans and cost me 120,000 Dong (see Ray-bans in Heathrow and Saigon) – so I retraced my steps. I could not find them at first but after re-climbing the ‘natural steps’ I spotted them in the mud at the bottom. Descending, I again slipped on the bottom step and again crashed onto my arse. This time I avoided the thistle, picked up my glasses and then myself and walked on, bloodied but unbowed. My glasses, on the other hand, were muddied and a little bowed, but I soon straightened them up.
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| A muddy and slippery path beside the mill race |
We climbed the bank onto the correct field path which gave us a view of the remains of Biddulph Old Hall.
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| Biddulph Old Hall hides in the trees |
Descending to the A527, we crossed it and climbed the steps
onto the disused railway that runs north from Kidsgrove.
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| Down to the A527 |
Following the Staffordshire Way to The Summit of the Cloud
From here to Rushton Spencer we would be on the Staffordshire Way. We walked the entire 93 miles of the Staffordshire Way in 2005/6, and one day, when I have nothing more pressing to blog about, I will post some photos. [That day came during the second Covid lockdown March/April 2021. I posted a 7-part blog of the walk, which starts here.]
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| Along the disused railway |
After a kilometre on the railway, despite being on the Staffordshire Way, we entered Cheshire. The disused railway is not very interesting, but it is flat and has a good surface for walking, so it was another quick kilometre before we turned off towards The Cloud.
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| Field paths to The Cloud |
We approached the hill across field paths and
through the Timbersbrook picnic site – devoid of picnickers in the May chill. The
ascent starts through a wood on a path with a lot of high steps. This
emerges onto a more gently graded bridleway, which we followed briefly before turning up a steeper path with some fine views over the Cheshire Plain, the giant telescope of Jodrell Bank right in the middle of it.
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| Leaving the bridle way for a steeper path, The Cloud |
Continuing with a more gentle climb through Cloud plantation….
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| Through Cloud Plantation |
…we emerged onto the heather covered back of The Cloud’s gritstone cap.
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| The heather covered gritstone cap, The Cloud |
At 343m The Cloud is hardly one of the world’s great mountains, are even a mountain at all, but it does provide some fine views over Rudyard Lake to the south west, the Dane Valley to the west and the Cheshire Plain to the north.
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| Looking west over the valley of the River Dane |
It also has a spot where you can get out of the breeze and drink your coffee.
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| Coffee stop on The Cloud |
The first time I climbed The Cloud, some 15 years ago, I was on my own and I had the whole hill to myself. That same day, 50 people reached the summit of Mount Everest. Sometimes you do not have to go as far as you think to avoid the crowds.
From The Cloud to Rushton Spencer
The Cheshire/Staffordshire boundary runs across the summit of The Cloud. We descended into Staffordshire over field paths, sometimes straight down the field, ….
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| Descending The Cloud: Straight down a field |
…and sometimes across them, offering plenty of opportunities to turn an ankle…
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| Descending The Cloud: Across a field |
… but also some views back to The Cloud.
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| Looking back at The Cloud |
Eventually the path drops into the deep ravine of Ravenscloud
Brook, another pretty path among bluebells, but less muddy and slippery.
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| Bluebells by Ravenscloud Brook |
I heard a bird which I took to be a buzzard, but Mike clearly saw an owl sail overhead. By the time Francis and I looked up it had settled in a tree and disappeared.
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| Mike looks for his owl by Ravenscloud Brook |
The brook meets the River Dane, which we followed briefly before joining the second disused railway of the morning….
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| Approaching our second disused railway of the morning |
…though this one was not so pleasant underfoot.
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| A stonier disused railway |
Lunch at The Knot, Rushton Spencer
We soon reached the Knot Inn in Rushton Spencer where a couple of pints of Timothy Taylor’s ‘Landlord’ washed down my excellent turkey and leek pie. The ‘Landlord’ ran out so Mike and Francis had to switch to Adnam’s ‘Broadside’ - no great hardship.
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| The Knot Inn, Rushton Spencer |
From Rushton Spencer back to Biddulph
After lunch we continued a few hundred metres down the railway then forsook the Staffordshire Way and turned west, back towards Biddulph.
After spending the morning climbing to 343m and then
descending right down to 159m, the afternoon involved climbing back up to 322m;
no wonder my legs were sore the next day.
A short ascent west of Rushton Spencer, was followed by a brief descent and then another climb up to what is described on the map as a
‘cross’, but is actually a large graveyard, still in use, beside what looks like an isolated chapel.
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| St Lawrence, Rushton Spencer |
The 'Chapel in the Wilderness', as it was once called is a medieval wood-frame building rebuilt in sandstone in the 18th century. Until the 19th century Rushton Spencer and surrounding villages formed the 'chapelry of Rushton', the parish church being 5 miles away in Leek. In 1865 it became a parish in its own right and the Chapel in the Wilderness became Ruston Spencer's Parish Church of St Lawrence.
As a parish church it was much closer than Leek, but it is still far enough away to give a good view back over Rushton Spencer to the hills on the western edge of the Peak District which will feature in Cowpat 5 (Shutlingsloe and Danebridge).
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| Looking back over Rushton Spencer |
We climbed up to Beat Lane, crossed it and then headed down Dingle Lane, the irritating sharp drop to cross Dingle Brook merely increasing the forthcoming climb.
Unlike The Cloud, the grassy bank now separating us from Biddulph had no summit and no pretension about being a mountain; it did not even have a name though the top is only 20m lower than The Cloud. A hard slog through the long grass of the lower slope brought us onto a plateau, after which a slight turn westwards started the second part of the ascent. Trudging upwards without looking at the map I got it into my head that Oxhay Farm was the top of the hill. When we passed the farm buildings I was less than delighted to discover they had been hiding a further 50 m of climbing.
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| Through the long grass of the lower slopes |
Once at the top, we followed the minor road along the ridge for a few hundred metres before again turning west with the knowledge that it was all downhill from here.
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| Mike negotiates a thin style near Oxhay Farm |
Some of the field paths were very wet, others were churned by cattle and some were both, but generally it was fairly easy going. At one farm we followed the diverted path around the buildings, crossing the drive just as the owner drove down it in his Ferrari. We probably stared a little - the upland farmer’s usual vehicle of choice is a battered Land Rover.
The driver stopped and politely enquired if we knew where we were and where we were going. We assured him we did. He may have been concerned for our welfare, but more likely he was checking that we were what we seemed to be (and indeed we were) and not thieves intent on sharing his undoubted wealth. Reassured, he drove off. The Ferrari swiftly disappeared from view, but lingered rather longer on the ear.
Further down, we passed the rocky outcrop by Troughstone Farm and Francis chose exactly the right moment to turn left, though the crossing path was unmarked. Earlier he had protested that accurate navigating and Adnam’s Broadside do not mix - he had underrated himself.
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| Rocky outcrop above Troughstone Farm |
We continued working our way downwards via a minor road and more field paths until eventually a muddy sunken lane brought us out on another minor road. A final field path brought us back to the road up to Biddulph Country Park.
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| A muddy sunken lane |
By now the gates had been unlocked and the car park was three quarters full. My car looked lonely and out of place on the road outside.
Approx distance: 18 km
