If you go down to the woods today… my bimble to Jumble Hole Clough:
In a previous post I mentioned the wonderfully named Jumble Hole Clough. This little steep sided valley, cut through by a river with, quite literally, a jumble of waterfalls is a magical place. I love walking through this valley at any time of the year. We had one of our regular walks out through the Clough on Easter Sunday, a walk that was full of lovely little surprises.
Our circular walk wasn’t long as I’d spent the morning baking a Portuguese White Bean Tart from a new recipe which took far longer than it should and resulted in much frustration! Why in times of undue stress do we turn to baking? Perhaps I should have stuck to a familiar favourite, but I’d promised I’d try this since our holiday in the Azores last September so now was as good a time as any to give it a try…oh how wrong I was! I needed a walk to clear my head and remove the smell of butter ( the recipe used A LOT of butter!). So, once baked the tart was left to its own devices on a cooling rack, I picked up my walking pole and off we went.
The walk began with a smile! We had a chat with our neighbours (at a safe distance!) over the wall of their beautiful garden. They had decorated trees in their garden and orchard over the road with eggs in pastel hues that looked wonderful in the sunshine.
We headed down the lane towards the top of Jumble Hole Clough, reaching a bridleway paved with sets that has a spectacular view across the valley towards Stoodley Pike. We said “hello” to the resident Donkeys and continued down the track towards Hebden Bridge, where we were going to pick up the towpath for a short stretch.
Our little walk along the canal was lovely and we were thrilled to spot rainbows in unexpected places bringing smiles to the faces of all who passed.
After taking photos and talking to the geese we headed back up Jumble Hole Road. Part way up we took a little diversion past the wier along the river bank to dibble our hands in the clear water. Here we spotted a little Heart installation, created from pebbles and moss, hidden away out of plain sight. Such a beautiful gesture in such a beautiful spot!
Heading back towards home we took the footpath through woodland rather than the track, heading towards Beverley End, a tiered piece of ground and flatter paddock area which once was a tentering field. There were, perhaps, small homes here at one time, but all that remains now are steps in incongruous places and holes in overgrown stone wall sides that apparently once held beehives. The bluebells are just starting to appear… we’re hoping that in another week we’ll be able to return and see both them and the profusion of wild garlic that grows here in full bloom. It’s always a spectacular sight.
Just over the Clapper Bridge ( we have a lot round here!) we came upon a lone Bear, self isolating in a lovely glade at the junction of three paths. Surrounded by messages of hope and positivity, he was suitably dressed with face mask and gloves. We kept a safe distance, wished him well and carried on homeward.
One last surprise in our fairytale valley was a cheerful red ribbon fastened round a trunk on the homeward stretch. Once home, it was time for a coffee and slice of the tart that had traumatised me that morning. It turned out to be quite edible, almost like a Bakewell Pudding but without the almonds….but maybe I’ll try a different recipe next time….
Take care everyone. Keep smiling at rainbows and maybe, in a week or so I’ll be able to show you the Bluebells at Beverley End.