John Web page was born within the West Using, a proud Yorkshireman and was taught to play cricket left-handed “’cos it flummoxes t’ bowler, and buggers up t’ area”. He went to school in London and Leeds, and loved (more often than not) making an attempt to show younger those that there’s a giant large world past the Colne and Value Valleys. He additionally taught future captains of business and authorities on the United World School of SE Asia in Singapore for 4 years. Besides Antarctica, John has travelled and climbed extensively on all of the world’s continents independently, with associates and with Hil, his spouse of 44 years. Nonetheless very lively in his 70s, retirement from paid employment was one of the best profession transfer that he ever made.
Motto: “How can there be peace on this planet if we don’t perceive one another; and the way can we perceive one another if we don’t know each other?”.
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It’s the weekend of the London Marathon. 26 miles and umpteen yards across the streets of London. Tens of hundreds working. I did it as soon as; after I may run, however city working ain’t for me any extra. By no means thoughts 26 miles in round 3 hours. It’ll take me that point now to stroll half a dozen miles over the pathless moors above Widdop. If the Calderdale Wind Farm is ever constructed there’ll be 26 miles of “floating roadways” linking the generators collectively. Think about it. I saved serious about these floating roads as I sank into the peat bogs on my stroll; desecration of this ethereal panorama .
Earlier than I’d left residence I’d watched a little bit of Cecil Hepworth’s 1920 movie: Helen of 4 Gates. The surroundings; the buildings. Take away the Saturday visitors and Widdop’s not likely modified a lot in over 100 years . Ought to it sooner or later? I hope not however I’m nobbut a neighborhood lad. Effectively, a 72-year-old man from Slack.
I’d left my automotive in slightly pull-in off the highway, simply over the crest on the Thursden facet, then walked on the highway a couple of hundred yards to the place a imprecise path leaves the Widdop Street on the Rigging Stones. There’s a few early boundary stones which my previous OS map reveals as marking the straight line of the “Euro Const & Co Const Bdy” . Now that we’re outwith the EU will that change on newer maps? Odd although, you’d anticipate the boundary to run alongside the watershed about half a mile to the north-west; geographical, however not socio-political logic. Nonetheless, after a couple of minutes at my gradual tempo uphill there’s the primary of in the present day’s “Attention-grabbing Previous Stones”. “Widdop Tom Cross” is etched into rock, slowly being lined by a creeping moss. I’ve been up right here dozens of instances however I nonetheless don’t know who Tom was. I think about him misplaced on the moor someplace. Maybe a farmer from one of many now long-gone farms throughout the valley; maybe caught in a snowstorm whereas staggering residence from an evening with the boys within the Travellers’ Relaxation pub. That’s additionally lengthy gone now, although its footings nonetheless are there, again down the highway above the reservoir. Fanciful; however these moors, on a fantastic day, at a pedestrian tempo, let the thoughts wander. I do quite a lot of pondering .
These moors have supplied me with solace for over half a century now. Whereas I get older they continue to be ageless. They’ve all the time been there for me after a tough day on the chalk face or when a home concern wanted to be thought by way of! “Simply off for a run on t’moor. Clear me ‘ed . Again in a bit.” They’ve saved me sane….. I believe; earlier than “ mindfulness’ ‘ was thought vital. Hopefully, after I’m gone they’ll nonetheless be right here, intact, for others to understand they usually’ll not be lined with floating roads and industrial infrastructure.
And after I’d left “Tom “ and struck out throughout the pathless, treeless waterlogged floor I may see the Dovestones within the distance. An extended line of “stones” amongst a panorama of small rock outcrops; nearly a scar, an edge. And “edge” is de facto an applicable title for in the present day’s stroll . This can be a stroll alongside the sting of the proposed industrial property; alongside the sting of West Yorkshire. So by the point the “ constituency boundary” cuts by way of the northern finish of the Dovestones I’d handed a number of boundary stones and the websites of a few attainable generators. Nominally I’m heading for T9, as the main target of this written piece, however actually it may have been any of them, excepting these which Nick and Chris have already fantastically written about.
I really like the names on the map. They feed the creativeness. I’ve handed Tom Groove Head (identical Tom?), Crown Level Flat and Hey Slack…..and 5 miles distant my home is in Slack Prime, and simply previous Slack Backside is one other Crown Level, synonymous with Ted Hughes! However the Dovestones?
A lot has been written of their religious significance; there’s proof of extra attainable historic etchings among the many rocks however as I sit on the best level I’m tempted to knock down the lately constructed small cairn that’s been put up there. I don’t however, actually, there’s no want (no less than in my thoughts) to construct one right here.
I used to run over these moors on heat summer season evenings, and infrequently I’d come right here with my rock-climbing sneakers. It’s not a trendy bouldering place; not common because the Bridestones are. However I used to like coming right here. Quick exhausting issues; wonderful friction. Simply me, the rock, and my very own ideas. Joyful Days!
And the proposed T58 will dominate. And the early morning flickering shadows of T47 could be forged throughout the peace of the Dovestones because the turbine blades whirred spherical. I’m so unhappy for our subsequent era of younger folks if this monstrous scheme is given the go forward.
I headed for the japanese facet of Warcock Hill. I sunk deeply into carbon capturing gloop as I crossed the rightly named Foul Sike, my gardening trousers soaked as much as my knees. Nonetheless, I used to be grateful it wasn’t raining, or snowing, or misty, or windy. Visibility was good and I may select a squat boundary stone within the distance. And that is the proposed web site of T9 I reckoned. It’s proper on the sting of the proposal and it will be “protected” by the moats of Foul Sike and Greave Clough.The “floating roads” will want fairly substantial bridges to get them throughout the deep groughs. After which I considered what that might contain , not just for the roads, however for the large, deep concrete base as effectively that might be wanted to help a 200 metre tall wind turbine. The logistics required to destroy a really fragile and distinctive ecosystem are complicated. I replicated that imaginative and prescient 65 instances. Inwardly I groaned.
I’m not in opposition to wind farms as such though I do have reservations about them. However there are way more appropriate websites to position them. On this interval of nationwide vitality transition conventional thermal energy stations are being decommissioned, knocked down. We’ve got huge areas of brownfield websites all through the nation since we’ve misplaced a lot of our heavy and extractive industrial base. Why select an space corresponding to this, the place from floor stage at T9 there’s not one other constructing in sight, nor even one other particular person? Clearly it’s private and company greed.
Anyway, regardless of a sense of melancholy I heard the occasional lapwing, the peewit singing to me. It’s uplifting. I hadn’t seen a curlew thus far regardless of “Nationwide Curlew Day” being the following day, however I started to sing to myself nonetheless and consider some previous climbing and working associates I’d had; sadly, not with us. They’d penned: “The Fell Runners’ Track”:
The hare is within the heather, the birds up within the sky,
And the curlew sings his tune to me,
As I’m going working by.
Heigh ho. Very blissful days.
I pushed on, slowly. It’s at this level that I made a decision to depart the imagined boundary of the property and head throughout the boggy head waters of Gap Syke Head. Not a misspelling on my half however a unique approach the unique cartographers of the OS spelt “sike”, solely half a mile from the Foul one.
I wished to go in quest of extra “historic” etchings. Throughout Lockdown I used to be informed of the “neolithic” picture of a bison, crudely reduce right into a hidden rock among the many Saucer Stones. It was 4 years since I’d searched it out so it was a great alternative to see if I may nonetheless discover it. Thankfully, whereas my reminiscence isn’t fairly nearly as good because it as soon as was, the precise spot continues to be etched on my thoughts, a bit just like the bison’s head. It’s effectively hidden, requiring a minor scramble and a drop right into a gap between perched rocks. However it’s nonetheless there, though “neolithic” is stretching the creativeness. A prank by some folks final century extra like. Nonetheless, I like to consider historic folks inspiring newer variations of age-old myths.
And it’s now vital that this “edge” of Saucer, Chair and Climate stones is the true watershed. Eastwards by way of the Sikes , Dikes, and Cloughs the catchment feeds into the mighty Calder and finally it flows out to the North Sea. I took a leak and contemplated on my water’s journey! And westwards; the Waters , Becks, and Brooks stream by way of Lancashire , becoming a member of the Brun and the inferior River Calder to then, lastly , enter the Irish Sea. Sadly although, I’d no wee left for my neighbours. However nonetheless, this drainage divide is one more vital geographical characteristic.
Lad Regulation (Boulsworth) is the one trig level on this stroll. At this level I may wax lyrical concerning the historical past of triangulation pillars, Brigadier Martin Hotine and of their significance within the historical past of our panorama, however I received’t. Nonetheless, it’s a worthy spot to look out so far as Pendle Hill and the Dales and , on a really clear day, it’s acknowledged which you could see so far as the southern Lake District. It’s even attainable to see out to the west coast, and in distinctive situations, you possibly can see Blackpool Tower; which raises the query: if these locations may be seen from right here, then certainly a number of vivid 200-metre-tall white wind generators will also be seen from there as effectively, with an unlimited array of photo voltaic panels glistening within the vivid Pennine sunshine. The Druids, who seemingly slaughtered folks on the close by rocks would have presumably been considering of extra esoteric mysteries than the banality of business wind farms.
Nonetheless, as I stood subsequent to the trig level I’d seemed out over the close by East Lancashire conurbation, and Burnley had been beating Sheffield United at Bramall Lane! Lancashire v Yorkshire. A 90-minute sport. Forgotten subsequent season. And on Sunday the London Marathon was received in simply over 2 hours and three minutes. However whereas the economic mills which have formed our northern city geography have come and gone over the past 200 years or so, my traverse of the moors so far has most likely not modified a lot all through that point, bar the occasional boundary marker and the numerous grouse feeding troughs which have now been added to the panorama. Walshaw Moor and this adjoining moorland is certainly a particular place. I do really feel privileged to have been in a position to get to understand it higher over the past 50 years or so. My hope is that this misguided proposal will finally be turned down, and that future generations will nonetheless be capable to benefit from the peace and solitude of this distinctive surroundings.
And fantastic. On the Slaughter Stone there are expansive views wanting westwards as effectively. Within the far distance there are already some small clusters of generators however none include greater than ten. They’re distant on the horizon. However, oh expensive, the “empty” house within the foreground of my imaginative and prescient could be rammed filled with 65 monsters if this proposal had been to go forward. Ts 5, 58 , 9, 20 and 17 would guard and dominate the north western fringe of the Saudi Property. The seen areas in between could be crammed in by these standing behind. A imaginative and prescient from Boulsworth Hill of a three-mile wall of 200-metre-tall swirling generators. Aagh! The noise, no less than, would terrify the Druids.
I set off down the trail to the large motorable monitor that begins subsequent to Hey Slacks Clough. The monitor’s about ¾ mile lengthy. It’s straightforward however uninteresting and uninspiring strolling, nevertheless it does its job of relaying me again to my automotive. However consider Walshaw Moor, congested, with one other 26 miles of highway like this dug into it.
And one last thought I’d had as I used to be driving again residence. 65 appears to be a major quantity. Throughout Lockdown I had determined to problem myself by visiting all of the 65 trig factors which might be on the South Pennines 1:25,000 map, after which to jot down, with a little bit of background analysis, about what I came upon alongside the way in which. What a pleasure for an older, retired particular person to do. I collated all my written items after which put them collectively in guide format, to subsequently bore my family and friends with. Nonetheless, the thought grew wings and it grew to become a fund-raising “problem” for Higher Valley folks, amassing cash for Medecins Sans Frontieres alongside the way in which. Its success led to a Derelict Previous Farms “problem” after which two extra “challenges”, looking for Attention-grabbing Previous Stones, latterly elevating cash for the native Search and Rescue Crew. Every problem concerned 65 trig factors, 65 DOFs and 65 IOSs. Apart from the paucity of trig factors on proposed wind farm land, lots of the different locations within the challenges are positioned inside its 9 sq. miles.
So my hope is that they’ll all nonetheless be accessible if the wind farm is ever constructed; and that the following era of Walshaw Moor-lovers don’t need to resort to visiting 65 wind generators, by way of 26 miles of floating roads, as some type of city problem. But when any cash had been to be raised it ought to definitely not go right into a Bannister Legacy Fund. They’d have made sufficient hundreds of thousands out of this outrageous scheme already.
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Sheila Tilmouth is a nature artist well-known to readers of this weblog. She works out of a studio in Hebden Bridge. Asemic Writing is made out of moss clipped on the stroll to T5 Gray Stone Hill.
That is the fifteenth in a collection of 65 visitor blogs on every of the wind generators which Richard Bannister plans to have erected on Walshaw Moor. Generators 5, 6, 11, 27, 32, 34, 35, 40, 43, 44, 47, 54, 58 and 64 have already been described. To see all of the blogs – click on right here.
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