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| Sett Valley Trail |
The twenty-nine large gulls on the school playing field were all lesser black-backs, most of them adults. The change of season after the solstice was marked by the arrival of black-headed gulls, five adults in a group to one side, a juvenile sitting amongst the lesser black-backs that would have gleefully wolfed it down scant weeks ago.
One way or another I'd sabotaged my plans for the day, such as they were, and in the end I was driven out of the house by the cat. I'm not sure if I've got the black dog on me because the cat's being as irritating as hell or if I'm finding the cat so irritating because I've got the black dog on me, either way it's not healthy and a break in the fresh air would be no bad thing.
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| Hayfield |
I drifted onto the train to Hadfield but decided that I wouldn't have a toddle down the Longendale Trail, I'd do that explore of the Sett Valley Trail from Hayfield I promised myself last Autumn. This is another flat bit of Derbyshire walking, this time it's the old New Mills to Hayfield line. I got the 61 from Glossop to Hayfield Bus Station (which is a bus stop in a car park, but it's a nice bus stop in a car park). I strolled down to the end of the car park and joined the trail. Along the way the sun broke out as the wind broke up the clouds.
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| Bluebell Wood |
The singing blackbirds and goldfinches were joined by a blackcap and a couple of woodpigeons as I started the trail. I dropped down into the Bluebell Wood Nature Reserve where chiffchaffs, robins and wrens joined the soundscape. It was hard to spot any of the singers and well nigh impossible to spot anything silently going about its business. Most of the movement in the trees was leaves rustling in the wind and most of the movement in the undergrowth was bees and flies and the occasional large white butterfly. The great tits and chaffinches I picked up by their contact calls.
I took the little diversion to the small woodland pond. It was a bit late in the day and cool to expect much in the way of dragonflies or damselflies but I hung around for ten minutes just in case.
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| Sett Valley Trail |
Rejoining the trail I bumped into a pair of red admirals chasing each other round the wayside nettles. A family of long-tailed tits bounced about the trees by an old level crossing, the adults keeping to cover and the youngsters flitting about willy-nilly. They came very close to the path but were too fidgety for the camera. The singing coal tit stayed high in the tree tops.
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| The long-tailed tits weren't being very cooperative… |
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| …moving or ducking behind foliage whenever the camera got them in focus |
A little further on I stopped and watched a juvenile robin fossicking about in the verge. Like many a small bird on the ground it wasn't unduly perturbed by human passersby but slipped into cover whenever a dog walked by.
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| Juvenile robin |
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| Looking across the Sett Valley |
The trees thinned on the approach to Birch Vale Reservoir. A singing chaffinch joined the songscape and jackdaws called as they flew overhead between fields.
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| Birch Vale Reservoir |
The wind scudded over the top of the reservoir as I looked it over. I told myself that Pennine reservoirs can be a bit sterile in Summer then the next gap in the trees presented a herd of Canada geese and a crowd of eclipse drake mallards that had been obscured by an island.
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| Canada geese |
Meadow browns and ringlets joined the large whites and red admirals flitting about the wayside. I had been surprised not to see any speckled woods about, and nor did I see any all afternoon. I did, just, manage to see the blue tits silently flitting about in an elder bush.
The trail curved round and met Station Road. I checked the bus times, if I walked down to Hayfield Road I'd have about twenty minutes to wait either for the 61 back to Glossop or the 358 to Stockport. Or I could carry on down the trail and catch a bus further up or walk into New Mills and get the train back to Manchester. I crossed the road and rejoined the trail.
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| Sett Valley Trail |
It was nice walking. The blackbirds, woodpigeons and wrens were doing all the singing, every so often joined by a great tit. It was pure chance I spotted the chiffchaffs and the bullfinch in the trees. I reached the next ex-level crossing and checked the buses again. If I turned and walked up to Hayfield Road I'd have about five minutes to wait for a bus. So I did.
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| Walking up to Hayfield Road |
The lane rose from the trees and passed a meadow busy with woodpigeons. The first swift of the day swooped by at treetop height. The big peacock caterpillars on the wayside nettles looked ready to pupate any time soon, they were on the move and not stopping to eat.
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| Peacock caterpillar |
I got to Hayfield Road and got the 358 into Stockport and thence home, feeling considerably better for having had the exercise and a bit better-tempered with an old cat.
