Hardcastle Crags is a large woodland area with hiking trails that is owned by the National Trust, making it like a national or provincial park in Canada. At the heart of it is a 19th century cotton mill. You can spend hours hiking the trails and some days there is a café open and you can tour the mill. It is about two miles to the mill from my house and I headed up there this afternoon to check it out.
One of the things I focused on on my walk was my camera as I have not been happy with my pictures here. I think it is because of the crap natural lighting. So I took a lot of pictures of the same thing on different setting, trying to capture the misty beauty of the area and the bright greens that that make an otherwise dreary winter landscape come to life.
I loved this mossy wall.
The parking lots are a full mile from the mill, so I still had a ways to go!
“Who was welcomed by Hebden Bridge.” Boy do I know what that sort of reception feels like!
I have no idea why anyone has this notion that England is quaint and misty and lovely.
These sheds are actually still in use to store things like bicycles despite being open to the elements.
“Public convenience” is long for toilets.”
One mile left to go to the mill!
It was slippery out and I didn’t want to risk another fall, so I opted to follow the road up to the mill rather than do an actual hike. Moreover, it was warmer than I thought it would be and I was over dressed. Next time I go out in this kind of weather (about +8C), I’ll just wear fleece and the windbreaker rather than my heavy coat.
I loved this scene and how my picture turned out. The moss was almost fluorescent!
The mill at last!
I decided to poke around a bit.
I headed out around back to the mill pond.
It looks cold, doesn’t it? But I found the weather almost balmy!
Yes, I walked across this.
My boots are getting a beating and need a good clean, but what a smart purchase they were!
I had fun watching this duck couple paddle around.
There was a world class restaurant on this site in the late 19th century.
When there was a decline in mill work, the owner reinvented himself as a hotelier and restauranteur. That’s how you survive!
Sign before the little bridge over the river.
I was happy to find this trail on the other side of the river as it wasn’t too rough or slippery.
Steps leading down to the river.
With a matching pair on the other side.
Coming back to the bridge, I remembered the stepping stones, so I kept going…
There are so many paths leading up into the hills.
This building is the toilets.
Looking towards the picnic area.
That looks like fun.
Standing in the middle of the river. These require big steps, but were easy enough to get across as they were not slick.
Heading home, I noticed this giant lump in the tree.
I also noticed what looks like a church steeple at the top of a hill.
I passed a house with an incredibly steep driveway. Eep!
I find that sign funny.
We use one word for this sign…
Here are my scary steps at home. I had to go down these in the dark the other night!
I was gone a good two and a half hours. What a lovely walk this was!