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: Albert and the Stocks
Thursday
13th October 2022
There's
a famous seaside place called
Blackpool That's noted for
fresh air and fun And Mr
& Mrs Ramsbottom Went
there with young Albert, their
son.
They
didn't think much to the ocean The
waves, they was fiddlin' and
small There was no wrecks
and nobody drownded Fact,
nothing to laugh at at all
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So,
seeking for further amusement Pa said
"jump back into t'car "We'll
go to where comes their water It's called
the Stocks Res-er-voir."
Like
Albert, I'd heard nowt about it Robin
had; he said "It's reet grand I'll
take you this coming Thursday It's in
the Forest Bow-land"
And
that's how the BOOTboys
came to be there. Robin's plan was
for a gentle walk around the reservoir,
which was built in 1932 to serve the needs
of the folk of Blackpool. It is located
alongside the Forest of Bowland, some rather
bleak miles south of Clapham and west of
Hellifield.
There
is a waymarked walk around the reservoir.
We started from the official car park
(Sorry, councillors, we don't carry cash
anymore).
The
day was kind. Indeed almost too kind
as we were all dressed for it to be cold.
Almost
immediately we came upon the site of the
old church, St James', that was pulled down
when the reservoir was created. Houses
had also been demolished, their date stones
are integrated into the stone wall.
The
path north led through the Forest of Bowland,
offering tantalising glimpses of the reservoir
to our left.
Soon
we emerged onto open ground and climbed
gently across fields to what is marked on
the map as New House but it certainly is
not now New and didn't look as if it had
ever been a House.
The
trail around Copped Hill Cough and Esk Hill
.....
.....
eventually brought us close to where the
water might have been but wasn't now. The
level was very low.
We
were able to walk safely well beyond the
signs warning of deep water and deep mud.
We
found a surprisingly large fishermen's hut-
more like a decent detached house. Tony
recognised the name of the club, The Prince
Albert Angling Society, as being a rather
upmarket organisation, which maybe accounts
for the size of the club house but not the
poor state that it is now in. A little
further on is a natural burial ground. A
not unpleasant place to spend eternity.
At
the end of the reservoir, just before the
dam, is a truly grand house which we suspect
was built for the water company's boss.
The dam itself was undergoing repairs
and the workmen clearly didn't want us to
pass along its walkway. Those twin
miseryguts, Health and Safety, no doubt.
The
return path did provide fine views of the
reservoir.....
.....
before entering into a wooded area, then
out alongside a road that led over a bridge.....
.....
and back to the car. Returning over
the moors, the Yorkshire Three Peaks could
clearly be seen.
So
seeking for further amusement We sped
north to Clapham's New Inn Where they'd
pies of all sorts of sizes And fine ale
so we all got stuck in.
Don,
Thursday 13th October 2022 With Apologies
to Marriott Edgar Thanks to Tony and
Mike for some of the pictures.
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