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First we stopped at Cottontree where I spent almost
eighteen years of my life. The mills have gone and so has the Tannery.
Now it's Trawden Forest. |
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This is the 'beck' where I spent many a happy hour
paddling and building dams. Not just here though as it was downstream of
the tannery. |
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A neat row of bollards marks the bottom
of the tram track that linked Colne and Trawden. This had gone before my
time, but the even gradient made it an easy way to cycle up to Colne
from Cottontree. |
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And there is my old home, No 1 Trawden
Road Cottontree. |
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The only thing thats changed is from a fish and chip
shop to a Chinese takeaway. |
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Standing on the old hump backed bridge, I see
winewall road winding up the hill. |
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After a short visit to Trawden, we were
off to Wycoller, which we both remember quite well. |
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The pack horse bridge doesn't change
much, thankfully. |
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The remains of Wycoller Hall. |
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There is an exhibition telling more about the area
inside the old barn. |
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Here's an ancient single slab bridge
across the beck. |
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Higher up the dene, this little waterfall and pool is
much as it ever was. |
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This tree was literally hanging on by whatever it
could hang on by. |
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Back at the Barn, a large flotilla (?) of ducks
waddles in front of us. |
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What were originally small workers
cottages have been somewhat gentrified nowadays. |
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An hour or two later and we are in
Kettlewell for our first nights stay. |
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Just the odd glimpse of sun on the hillside. |
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One of George's post boxes. Vitrous enamel, super
stuff. |
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Our evening meal was to be had in the
local pub.
No, not one of the locals but he didn't
give any trouble, quiet as a mannequin. |
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Before breakfast, I took a stroll avec
camera, as I do.
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