Strollers walk led by Judy – Chester outskirts
On Monday 30th August, the strollers set out to follow one of the walks in Danny’s book. The walk started at the stone cross in the centre of Chester, which marked the centre of the Roman fortress. We then proceeded down Bridge St and Lower Bridge St till we came to the river Dee. Turning right we walked along beside it and on to a part of the city walls. We came to Grosvenor Road and crossed the river on the Grosvenor  Bridge. It was, on construction, the longest single span stone arch bridge in the world, a title it kept for 30 years. It was opened in 1832 by Princess Victoria of Saxe Coburg Saalfeld and her daughter, the future Queen Victoria. Named after the Duke of Westminster, who owned property and land nearby. Following Eaton Road we entered the Duke’s Drive through some very impressive gates. There followed a very straight walk through woodland for a few kilometres. It was not particularly exciting, but quite pleasant . We eventually found our way back to the River Dee and turned back towards the city. At that point we stopped for a short break, where those of us who had brought sandwiches could eat them. Although the map in the book showed us a route following the river all the way round , we decided to cut across the Meadows. We re-entered the city across the Queen’s Park suspension bridge, where I released my charges, and hoped they had enjoyed their walk.
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Twenty five participants took the 9.51 train to Flint in Wales. Here one Poly, unaware that we had arrived at the destination, was still in the toilet. The conductor very kindly kept the train waiting while we managed to call her and she got off just in time! We were met by two minibuses to take us to the start of our walk just before Mostyn. We were to follow the Wales Coast Path to Prestatyn. We climbed up through woods and after crossing a few fields descended through a pretty woodland gorge to Ffynnongroyw. We struggled with the pronunciation of the latter but were helped by a friendly local. At the bottom of the gorge we stopped outside the picturesque stone Garth Mill buildings. Several members played with two very friendly little dogs, one of which relieved itself on the leader’s rucksack while a group photo was being taken! Ffynnongroyw was built in the 1800s to house local miners and we could see numerous former chapels , a large parish church and terraced miners’ cottages. Continue reading CHESTER – SUNDAY HIKERS WALK – MOSTYN TO PRESTATYN →

I had the privilege of leading this walk because Danny was injured. We caught a bus to the village of Neston where we joined the Wirral Way. After a few minutes working out which direction to take, we set off along the tree-lined embankments and cuttings of this disused railway line. We walked for a couple of miles and met many dogs and cyclists and then turned left down a road to the village of Parkgate on the Dee estuary.

Parkgate was once a port but silt in the Dee estuary made it unusable, as with Chester itself. During its time as a port there was much traffic with Ireland, and Handel landed there when returning from Dublin. The silting up caused the formation of extensive salt marshes and we now followed the estuary, first along a road and then on a narrow path. This path was surrounded by thick vegetation and at times one couldn’t see where to put one’s foot. A further difficulty arose in the form of boggy stretches which had to be carefully negotiated. Some of the party got wet feet and in one case lost their shoes, which fortunately they managed to retrieve. However we Strollers are used to tough conditions and we ploughed on until we reached open country and the Harp at Little Neston.
At the Harp we met Danny in the pub garden, where some had lunch while others sat on a grassy bank looking out over the salt marshes towards Wales and the power station at Connah’s Quay. We were told that occasionally, with a combination of wind and high tide, the water comes up to the pub. This brings lots of sightseers to the pub, and lots of rats from the salt marshes.

After lunch we left the Dee estuary and set off inland. We passed through the village of Ness, once the home of Emma Hamilton and our route led us through fields and lanes. At one place we met a herd of inquisitive cows in a field. They were in the field crowding round a gate and proved very popular with the Strollers. For the last stage of the walk we were back on the Wirral Way, which we left just before we reached our starting point, and were just in time to catch the hourly bus.

Although I was the nominal leader this was a team effort and I would like to thank Sunita and others who helped me with directions.

Sandy.  Photos by Joyanna

The Hikers group followed the Sandstone way starting from the bustling town of Frodsham. We were soon climbing above the town wending our way up a dry path making the ascent easier. We paused at the war memorial at the top where the views over the Mersey Estuary were spectacular. Much of this section of the Sandstone way meanders around outcrops of sandstone through birch and oak woodland. We followed the waymarks along the edge of the hill pausing to look for the lettering carved into the rocks many thought to have been written by Edwardian women. The path dropped into Jacobs Ladder, a steep staircase carved into the rock. Today there is a much safer route down Baker’s dozen named after Jack Baker who was instrumental in devising the trail. The trail followed the edge of the woodland on Alvanley Cliff. Several quarries are nearby, including one which produced particularly fine sandstone used to rebuild Chester Castle and Eaton Hall. After a short walk along the road, we stopped for lunch at Stonebridge Farm. The food was delicious and very good value with picnic benches set out in the field for our use. We now entered the Delamere Forest, a remnant of the ancient hunting forest of Mara and Mondrum used for hunting by the Earls of Chester and later the King. We reached the visitors centre where a number of hikers stopped for further refreshments whilst the others made their way to  Delamere train station. We finished our day feeling very fortunate in enjoying such a varied walk in glorious sunshine.

Hilary (photos by Ida and Stuart)