Sunday, 13 September 2026

Wednesday 9 September - National Forest Way

There's an argument that this post should reside on my walking blog rather than here, but the walking blog has pretty much become just a record of things done in the past plus ongoing Marilyn-bagging, hence I'm putting it here.

I'm contemplating doing a continuous walk of either the National Forest Way (NFW) or the Staffs Way next year, and to decide between them (or to see whether I want to do either), I thought I'd go and do some recces. I have covered significant parts of them before, but some sections were quite some years ago.

There being no time like the present, on Wednesday Mick gave me a lift to Branston Water Park, from where I intended to cover 26km of the National Forest Way, to end in Alrewas - a location I could have reached in 7.5km if I'd just ambled S along the canal towpath, rather than turning off it to wind my way through lots of fields and past various National Forest plantations. As it went, I did cover 26km, but I veered off the Way (intentionally!) at Wychnor to meet Mick in a location more convenient to him.

The most notable thing about the outing was that I got stung by a wasp. I've never been stung by any insect before in my life, which is probably quite a good record for someone in their 6th decade. I immediately phoned Mick, because I had no idea whether I was allergic and, being in the middle of a field at the time, it would have been an unfortunate place to discover that I was. Happily, no adverse reaction happened, except for the expected: smarting and swelling, followed by days of intense itching.

Sun rising over Branston Water Park

I'm not sure whether I've ever seen one of these self-closing gate latches before. I liked the design, although arguably it is over-engineered compared to the usual two-way latches.
There was a perfectly good track going around two edges of this field, but I stayed true to the line of the RoW and took the more arduous route through the long grass. 
Good margin around this field of maize. 
Apparently, I should not have come down this track and climbed over the locked gate. I've checked the most recent OS maps in both 1:50k and 1:25k and the RoW/NFW is definitely shown as following this track. When I came out onto the road at the end of the track, the 'public footpath' finger post pointed along a path that runs adjacent (which I'd been on, until I realised that the map showed that I should be on the track).
The bit of the field that had been harvested was fine. Then I squeezed my way between rows of maize, as the field margin was unpleasantly overgrown with spiky and stingy things. 
The squirrels are loving life, pending the rest of the maize being harvested, with trails of eaten cobs heading off in every which direction. 
Lots of new gateways installed. I particularly approve of the liberal use of gravel around them all which should hopefully mean that none of them become mud and water obstacles in winter. 
 

  

 

  

Getting Value out of our National Trust Membership (Part 2)

Another catch-up post, just for my own records. 

Calke Abbey 

It was 1 September, at the tail end of the school holidays, that we took a day-trip to Calke Abbey. I'd not read anything about the property in advance, so it was a surprise to find that it's not an abbey at all - one of its owners, in the early 1800s, just decided it sounded better than Calke Hall and changed its name accordingly.

The National Trust has taken a different approach to this property compared to their others, in that they opted not to restore the vast majority of the hall or outbuildings, instead preserving them in the condition they were in when handed to the National Trust in lieu of inheritance tax in the 1980s. They thus refer to it as their 'unstately home'. 

The grounds are also vast and it was a good day out.  

I was standing next to the king as I took this photo

 Look, there he is

(One of the most notable things about the inside of the hall, of which I apparently didn't take a single photo, was the vastness of the collection of taxidermy, stones and shells. Nobody needs that many examples of such things!)  

I was most taken with their dahlia walk. Alas, my on-the-spot research about whether it's a flower suited to my level of gardening was a definite 'no'. 


The array of children's games in the walled garden was impressive, and if we had visited a week later, when schools were back, we would have played on more things, but being 'growed-ups', we restrained ourselves and (mainly) let the children get on with it. 
 


Completely unrelated to Calke Abbey, that evening I finished my second Nordic Mix sweater. I knitted my first one (in black and gold) twice, with the first attempt being far too small and the second (after ripping back the first) being wearable but still a bit on the snug side. I thus decided to make another one, a size bigger. I then had to modify the neckline to make it more comfortable (it seems a lot of people have had issues with the neck coming out too small), after all of which I laid it out on top of my original only to find it's the exact same width. Hopefully it will relax when I wash it!

Sudbury Hall

Just two days later, on 3 September, it was a trip to Sudbury Hall. To the best of my recollection, we've never had the need to visit Uttoxeter before, then in the space of two weeks we have had been there twice, for entirely unrelated reasons. On the first visit (and being unaware at the time that we'd be back again so soon), we figured that with Sudbury Hall being such a short drive away, we may as well pop by, even if only for a cursory look.

As it went, we gave it more than a cursory look, visiting the cafe (that goes without saying really), the house and the museum of childhood, before taking a brief turn around some of the grounds that became curtailed because after so much warm weather this year, the stiff breeze was just a bit too cool for how we were dressed.  

Excelled myself with the camera today. This is the only photo I took.

Longshaw Estate

There's no house or formal gardens here, but it's a good location with a huge car park and a cafe. A friend and I have (somewhat accidentally) fallen into a series of walks that we're calling 'Life on the Edge', in pursuit of which we've already visited Longshaw Estate twice this year (there are a lot of edges to walk in this area!). The first time I only paid for 4 hours of parking and we cut it rather fine. The second time I paid the full £8 day rate. This time, on 6 September, I got a bit more value out of our membership by getting free parking (I did give back, as we drank considerable amounts of tea, along with having snacks, in the cafe once we were done on the edges).     

Froggatt Edge (I think; it may have been Curbar Edge) 

We got a fly past from the Red Arrows, complete with red, white and blue trails. 
 

Shugborough Hall

I had a different property pencilled in for 10 September, but plans changed when a need cropped up to visit my sister, and as Shugborough Hall wasn't much of a detour, we made a short visit there in the afternoon. We've walked through the Shugborough Estate a number of times and visited the property when we last had National Trust membership 20-odd years ago. It turns out that we remember almost nothing about the place. Mick had recollections about the routes we walked; I had a recollection about Patrick Lichfield (photographer), although I began to think I'd made it up as we made our way through the house with no mention being given of him. Eventually we reached the apartment in which he lived from when the property was given to the National Trust, until his death in 2005, so at least not all areas of my memory are completely shot!

We didn't walk the grounds to any notable extent, so when we next find ourselves in that neck of the woods, we may pop by again for further re-acquaintance.  

Once again, I only took one photo, and again it was of the back of the property.
 

Biddulph Grange Gardens

I don't think this one really counts towards our efforts to get as much value as possible out of our membership, as only Mick visited, and he did so not because of any desire to walk around the gardens by himself, but just because it gave him free parking and a cafe in a very convenient location, having dropped me off in Mow Cop (which is still Cow Mop in my head) and before picking me up in Rudyard some 3.5 hours later. Had we not had NT membership, he would have found somewhere else to go. That said, not only did he enjoy a scone and a coffee in the cafe, but he did take a turn around the gardens too.



 

Cumulative entrance/parking fees saved in 3 weeks of membership (and excluding Biddulph, which would have been £14, for the reasons stated above): £208 

(If we were paying as we went to visit these properties, I would be finding that the pricing bears no resemblance to the level of entertainment available. Coventry Charter House, where there's not much to see, would have cost £10 each, yet Calke Abbey, with a huge house to tour plus a church and extensive gardens and grounds to walk, was only £15. Sudbury Hall was probably slightly lower than Calke in terms of potential hours of entertainment, yet it's £22. The gardens Mick visited today were £14, yet there is no mansion to maintain or heat - although admittedly, those hedges must take a huge amount of work.)