Macclesfield Forest in autumn provided a feast for the eye (and a stretch for the legs). Sarah’s route took us through deciduous and coniferous woodland, past reservoirs, up hills, through peaceful farmland and windy, boggy moors. In the absence of people demanding anything shorter, it turned into a circuit of over 9 miles. Plenty of varied scenery, so plenty of photographs…
It should be stressed that all the participants had a complete set of feet. Any suggestion to the contrary is a result of Stuart balancing his camera on a stone wall.
There a four noses in this picture. The fourth is Tegg’s Nose, the hill behind John’s head, and the destination of our first climb.
Sarah felt hungry on the way up, then discovered the incompatibility between a steep hill and eating an apple.
Normally, nose trails should be avoided.
“How dare you take my picture when I’ve got a mouth full of sandwich!”
John thought the conifers belonged in Middle Earth. If you look closely at the path, you may be able to see a hobbit.
Since Stuart was the other option, it seemed preferable to talk to the tree.
This fairy garden was six feet up in a tree.
This was on a path signposted to Standing Stone, which is so magical that no matter how hard people have looked for it, nobody has ever been able to count it.*
A four-step stile? That’s far too easy!. We need a gate on it as well.
Polar explorer (with the requisite number of poles).
The top of Shuttlingsloe was so windy that even Stuart resorted to a jacket and ear warmer.
The leaf-kicking path home.
As may be seen from the pictures, the weather varied from bright sunshine to almost gloomy, but the short showers did not dampen the spirits of an excellent walk.
* Since this is the third reference to A A Milne in three walks (this one with a nod to Terry Pratchett), Stuart wishes it to be known that he does have other literary reference points.