Denstone to Endon Walk

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March 2007 and some early spring-like weather tempted me into a day out. I decided to use public transport, which was nearly a disaster when a bus timetable from the internet turned out to be fiction. On arriving by train in Uttoxeter, I found that the connecting 32A bus to Alton didn't exist. Fortunately, a walk to Uttoxeter bus station found a 107 going to Ashbourne via Denstone.

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Thanks to my transport problems, I started the walk half-an-hour late, two miles further down the valley than intended, in Denstone.
The lane was boggy in places but the line of stones, known as a "causey", did its job and I reached Alton in good time.
Returning now to the valley bottom, I rejoined the old railway path at Alton Station.
Down in the valley bottom, pheasants are quite common. This one, with its showy plumage, is a male. The females, by contrast, are a drab brown colour.
Most of the site has been converted for residential use but the mill pond remains as a fishing lake. At the head of the lake, the Staffordshire Way leaves Dimmingsdale for Ousal Dale and the woodlands above Oakamoor.
Little of this industrial past is visible now and, for the most part, the geese have the place to themselves. From here, I continued on to Froghall and a lunch stop at the Railway Inn.
At Consallforge, three modes of transport come together. The canalised river Churnet has the Churnet Valley Railway running on one bank and the embankment that once carried the Consall Plateway on the other.
At Cheddleton Flint Mill, the wharf buildings straddle the canal.
The mill, as it stands today, is a preserved flint mill, where flint was roasted and ground into slurry for the pottery industry. Its history goes back much further, though, and it has had other uses, including corn grinding and fulling.
At Hazlehurst, the canal used to rise through a triple staircase lock, where the green boat is moored, to join with the Leek branch. This proved to be a bottleneck and a waste of water and was replaced by the three single locks that are there today.
By this point in the walk, I was freezing. The sunshine that warmed me in the morning was gone and a biting wind was hitting me straight in the face. After a swift pint in the Hollybush Inn, I was happy to reach Endon and catch a bus down to Hanley and a train home.