Posts Tagged ‘Walks’


We started out just after 2 p.m. into Derbyshire. On coming to the village of the strangely named “Whatstandwell”, we took a sharp right turn off the main road and parked near to the Derwent hotel in a small lay-by. There were several cars already present parked in a rather awkward position making it difficult to safety Park without ramming anybody or ending up in the canal. I wish people would have a little bit of common-sense and decency to leave their cars so that other people can park as easily as they did.

Whatstandwell is where Helen McArthur was born the famous sailor that has done many amazing feats of endurance that have won her many friends and a lot of respect from the sailing world. Her parents actually still live in the village, so I’m told.


We walked along the comfort canal, which is a very pretty walk in the autumn colours. The tow-path was covered with leaves of Brown’s and oranges, making it difficult to see the edge off the path and the dog muck which usually is very evident in these types of walks normally.

Derbyshire, especially around Comford is a popular place and there was as a result quite a few people there. It was mainly people just like us out for a walk and the obligatory dog walkers too. The wildlife was pretty thin on the ground as normally when you see lots of people and dogs you don’t see much wildlife. There was some ducks like Mallard’s and Coots, but these can be normally found peace in any public park in any city in the UK. I did know have an audience with an endangered small mammal which popped out to greet me; the water vole. It’s a very shy creature and small which makes it really difficult to take a picture of. It’s really fast too, digital cameras are really slow on the other hand!


As we followed the canal at some points you could see the river Derwent through the trees within a few metres. I love the sound of flowing water and to what you how it goes over rocks; there is so much drama involved and yet I find it so relaxing.


We came to a small hamlet called “Lea Bridge” and had to sit down. They were so many people here, all walking because he was a nice day rather than sitting at home doing very little. Families were out sitting at picnic tables enjoying themselves, dog walkers play with their charges and couples walked hand-in-hand in the sunlight. You notice a lot when you’re sitting still and really take your time to look around you. Near Lea Bridge there was this abandoned Locke keepers cottage (see above) which was fast becoming part of the woodland. Nature always reclaims land from humans!

Time is getting on, so we walked back along the canal along the leafy tow-path on the edge of some woodland. There are so many wonderful views in such a small area in Derbyshire. I enjoyed my walk though I was extremely tired and I suspect I will be sleeping very shortly.



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Today I went for a walk down the old Grantham canal. We parked up just on the other side of Cotgrave; a small village just to the south of Nottingham. The canal area has gone into ruin due to the lack of investment, even though there had been plans to restore the waterways in the area for local boating.

locke gates

Next to the canal itself there are now laid pathways on one side where we mostly walked. It was firm under foot and not muddy. This is highly unusual for our walks. If I don’t come home caked in mud then I just don’t feel right (sarcasm). On the opposite bank it had been partly laid too and there was other unofficial pathways which didn’t entirely join up. Still, it was possible to do sort of a circular route with a bit of imagination.

Views were a bit restrictive as tree and bushes grew high and there were no hills. There was though the occasional fisherman, which interestingly looked like he is disabled as next to him was one of those electric cars. He sat quietly drinking his tea looking into space and enjoying the sunshine. I can’t think there’s many fish living in the canal to catch, but I know fishing is not always about catching them – Its about having an excuse to be outside somewhere else other than home. The pathway seem to be popular with cyclists and dog walkers too.

There was a fair bit of wildlife; You had to dance over the slugs that littered the pathways, You really don’t want to tread on a slug (messy). You could hear Yellow hammers chirping in the trees, who have a call not to dis-similar to “a little a little bit of cheese” and the old squeak of rabbits too. I walked past one hedge row and something shreaked at me and I think they was a rabbit too. It didn’t half make me jump. There was the usual bemused cows in the field, that always are so very co-operative when taking pictures.

Canal Bed

Soon we hit some of the disused part of the canal, which by comparison seemed dead, though it wasn’t. As you see from the photograph, there’s no water and trees have taken over the canal from this point onwards.

The walk was uneventful other than some young idiots that were riding bikes and possibly looking for trouble. They said hello to us and then made an unpleasant comment. 5 minutes down the track we saw chocolate wrappers scattered all over the pathway and silver foil in the water. These kids are clearly morons and have no respect for their environment or the wildlife. It makes me angry seeing such disrespect. Young people say they want respect, but do they give it? Do they hell.

Other the young dimwit litter louts, it was a very pleasant afternoon with a round trip of roughly 8 miles from Cotgrave to Cropwell Bishop and back. My legs hurt quite a bit Saturday night and I slept rather well too.

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Today I went for a quick walk down to Beeston Weir and along the Trent towards where Boots and turning down to where Clifton Bridge is by the Trent. Some parts of the walk is right next to the River using both official footpaths and fishermen trails. Just after reaching Boots, we turn off back towards the Trent up a tarmac road next to a amateur football club. Looking up this road, as the sun is setting I always gets a good picture:


Eventually this road lead back to underneath Clifton Bridge which crosses the Trent. From this point on, we walked up stream and passing the back of the football Club. Actually whilst looking back I spotted a strange cloud formation – Virtual cloud is something I haven’t seen to often.


I would what causes this? Is it exhaust from an aeroplane?

Anyway, we followed the trail back along the River until we reached Beeston Weir again before heading back to the Car. We arrived back home at a reasonable time and amazingly dry for once. I normally get wet every week in the winter if truth be told as my shoes leak slightly. I hope Santa brings me some walking shoes this year!

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Today I went for a walk down the old Grantham canal. We parked up just on the other side of Cotgrave; a small village just to the south of Nottingham. The canal area has gone into ruin due to the lack of investment, even though there had been plans to restore the waterways in the area for local boating. [ Read More ]

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