: A Stainton Circuit
15th May 2014
funny, isn't it, how you can spend a large part of your
life in a particular area and yet still be shown paths
and places of which you were unaware?
and Denise suggested a walk from their house, I was
confident that I would know more or less everywhere
that we would go.
Wrong! However, on the
way, I was able to refer to a couple of things about
which they were unaware. Honour almost retrieved!
walk "proper" started at Stainton at the bridge
over what used to be
the end of the canal. Or, to be more precise,
where the canal ended because further on had been filled
in. However someone has been to the trouble of
digging it out and then damming it. Strange.
footpath to Stainton was enlivened by some young cows making
a sudden appearance through the bushes. They were
followed by several of their pals who
tried to intimidate us but I put my SAS training to
good use by jumping and roaring
at them to make them back off. And so they did.
now black and white cow?
features a very narrow stone footbridge over St Sunday's
Beck, close to the old ford. The once derelict
building (see BB1307
) is now in the process of being
turned into a smart looking cottage. The Church,
however, continues to dilapidate and needs serious attention.
Roger pointed out something of a surprise. I thought
the stream was just merrily making its way down alongside
the road. However, on closer attention you can
see the remains of what once would have been a weir
and, looking closer still, you can see where the old mill
pond would have been.
former mill pond on St Sunday's Beck, Stainton
Skettlegil we crossed over the fields (more cows) to
Summerlands. This is where I was able to score
my first victory. They (Roger & Denise, not
the cows although I suppose it applies equally to the
latter) were unaware that amidst the houses on the
small estate exists a plaque positioned in 1949 to record
that the bungalows "Ellan Vannin" and "Snaefell"
with funds "generously subscribed by the citizens
of the Isle of Man in the desire that the bungalows
would, in the years that lie ahead, provide harbours
of rest and comfort for seamen no longer able to go
to sea and for their families".
The second victory was only mentioned, not seen:
they were not aware of the Quaker burial ground on the
other side of the A65.
however, were heading south, along a beautifully mowed
old lane then through fields until we reached Old Hall,
not that we could see much of it.
Continuing south, we soon reach Oldhall Bridge
and the canal towpath where some of us saw two herons
(or one heron twice) but the wretched thing(s) would
not stay still long enough to get a decent picture.
was now a pleasant evening; sun, distant hills to be
seen, canal water still (except where disturbed by ducks)
and with lovely reflections.
tow path led us almost to Stainton but, just before reaching
its end, we took a short cut down to the road to Viver.
you see him
This is where Roger did a magic disappearing trick.
One moment you could see him. The next you couldn't.
Not unless you dug deep
amongst the brambles and nettles.
Poor lad had been gallantly escorting Margaret
down the steep banking when he slipped on the greasy
steps and vanished from view.
no harm done.
road to Viver
Back at their home, we sat out
in the sun drinking a toast to their imminent granddaughter
before tackling a delicious surprise supper that Denise
lay before us.
15th May 2014
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