There are a dozen of us local ladies that make up the Rural Rossendale group, we’re a determined and committed bunch with a passion for Rossendale that cannot be matched. As we sat by Waughs Well enjoying our packed lunches sharing Wendy’s home made brownies and jam flapjacks the final touches were made with regard to this year’s walking festival. We don’t need those plush city offices to ‘bounce ideas’ or ‘brainstorm’, we bounce along the natural pathways and windstorm, lol!!; our passion for the valley lies in the valley and decisions are therefore made therein. By a natural fall overlooked by nature’s wind generating our next batch of electricity the use of Lancashire Fayre is used to create a weekend event to suit all ages and all tastes; whisky, cheese, blackpudding, soup, fudge it’s all there to tempt you into those walking boots and enjoy what nature gave us. Further details: www.ruralrossendale.co.uk walking in Rossendale has never been so good.
Throughout the summer our monthly meetings will take in one of the listed walks and this week we took in part of the Whiskey and Wind Turbine walk combined with part of the Mary Townley Loop and above the hills overlooking
a distance but stood next to/under them is just another. Like them or loathe them, they’re amazing. When you stand next to them it sounds just like the drone of an aeroplane and it’s so strange with the propellers whirring and slicing over your head as you walk under them. Another strange thing we noticed; one can look at a turbine and it looks gun metal grey then, with the blink of any eye, it just changes colour to a silver grey. Alright it could be the clouds or even the light but the drastic immediate change in colour is striking. This walk is a definite must!
Never mind Richard Llewellyn’s “How Green Was My Valley” – How green is w green is the
And then…….. on Saturday and Sunday it was Rossendale weekend. The weather may have shortened the activities, especially the outdoor speciality food stalls, but it was definitely worth a visit.
After a family trip to Barley in Pendle on the Saturday (but that’s another story) Tom and I walked over to Marl Pitts for Sunday’s activities in Rawtenstall. It was certainly a bracing walk over the hills, with a wind that kinda reminds you of why the
Three days of walking, home-made baking and curry… I think I’m going to need a week at work to get over it!!