1st January For our New Year's Day walk, my son and I choose a route up the first section of the valley of the Hebden Water, labelled on old maps as Hebden Dale, a name which seems to have fallen out of use. We pass through a rather strange atmosphere in the centre of town, … Continue reading January: Frozen Fields
4th December What little light the day has mustered is ebbing away. The wet snow that has been falling intermittently all day has failed to illuminate the interior of the woods across the valley, which remain resolutely black. But I know it is likely to be a different story higher up. So I push my … Continue reading December: Near Horizons
1st November On a sodden walk up the Pennine Way with our neighbours and their boys, the hillside rings with rushing water after a week and more of rain, new streams spilling from gritstone cracks onto the woodland floor. We slop through Scammerton Farm's saturated silage meadows and are drawn over Pry Hill by a … Continue reading November: The Failing Light
2nd October I respond to the closing down of the days, the bearing down of the clouds, by breaking out of the territory I have circled for the past six months. Pre-lockdown, by the use of local bus services, the region of the upper Calder Valley watershed within which I would walk covers roughly forty-five … Continue reading October: Autumn Awakening
1st September I balance unsteadily on a mound of Molinia grass that forms an island in the ditch, reach back across and haul my son over to the other side. I let him go ahead to have first shot at finding the geocache which, having given him a free choice, was his preferred mission for … Continue reading September: A Hush at Summer’s End
1st August We labour up the narrow path between the nearly-spent foxgloves, each with the last of their purple flames at their very tips, like phosphoric candles that have burnt their wicks in reverse. We are meeting one of my son's classmates and her parents, who are camping at Old Chamber, for a walk around … Continue reading August: Hay Time
2nd July Beside the railway line on the way to school this morning I was alarmed to see segmenting fruits taking shape on the bramble. It made me want to put a halt to the year's progress. April and May were a stasis in which everything could be savoured, but now not only the economy … Continue reading July: Our Local Acre
This post was originally published in October 2019 in issue #2 of the Campaign for the Protection of Rural England's West Yorkshire branch Ways of Seeing magazine. In the decade that I have lived here, I have become increasingly immersed in the story of the upper reaches of West Yorkshire’s Calder Valley. The narrative of … Continue reading Weaving Through the Calder Valley
1st June We have an auspicious first visitor into the garden on the morning the lockdown rules are relaxed; Steve has come to ring the blue tit chicks in the nest box that he made for us last month. He stuffs a duster into the entrance hole so that the parents do not come in … Continue reading June: The Greening Aftermath
1st May It seems like a different era, but it was only a few weeks ago that we stood in a cold February dusk, watching hundreds of jackdaws return to their winter roost in the beech plantation of Common Bank Wood. It is now mottled with splashes of green, blooming and bleeding into its dark … Continue reading May: The Brief Banishing of Shadows
