Well, w(h)at er lovely parkrun Watergrove is.
It’s been on my radar a while. I’d heard it is one of very few that goes properly off to the hills, nice and high, and it is reachable from Sheffield by car which is a boon. Check out the official website blah de blah:
Course Description
The start is at the bridge adjacent to the “History Wall” on the smooth broad track on the east side of the Reservoir. Keep the main reservoir on your left, passing the Tree for Life plantation on your right. Stay on the main track round the bend; past the Sailing Club on your left. At the junction turn right through the open gate and head up the gently ascending cobbled road, between the stone walls and woodlands. Pass the picnic area at Little Town on your left and keep climbing. Pass through the open gate heading out onto the open moorland with the hills of Crook Moor in front of you. The track changes surface at this point from cobbles to a rough, uneven, stoned surface.
As the track levels out at Steward Barn (a reminder of the area’s history) fork left through another open gate. The track now descends steeply with views to your left of the reservoir and, on a good day, Manchester beyond. Continue downhill passing through an open gate and enter Higher Slack Bank Nature Reserve. The track continues to descend steeply, keep left with the brook on your right. At the bottom of the descent take the far open sided bridge across the stream, keeping left, climb the hillside and out of the Nature Reserve through an open gate. Bear left and follow the gravel footpath as it climbs up and once again out onto the open moorland, with views to your left across Watergrove Reservoir to the Peak District hills in the distance. Keep to the left, following the footpath which climbs steeply then descends towards the closed gate at which point you turn around. Return along the path, keeping to the left, descending to the Nature Reserve and admire the view of the Wardle Moor skyline ahead of you.
At the bottom of the hill, re-enter the Nature Reserve and, keeping left, follow the track down towards the stream, cross the stream on the bridge (with hand rails on either side) and turn left to climb steeply out of the valley. Pass through the open gate and onto the open moorland, continue climbing to the next open gate and bear sharp left following the uneven track, Ramsden Road, as it heads steadily uphill. Keep to the left, and as the track bends and levels pass through the open gate, turn around at the nice marshal positioned on the track. As you turn, admire the fabulous views of Watergrove Reservoir and then across Rochdale to Manchester City Centre and the Cheshire Plain beyond. It is now all downhill to the finish as you return down the track. At the junction bear left; at the bottom of the descent turn left through the gate and return to the start area at the “History Wall”.
Due to the terrain, parts of the course may make it harder for people with buggies & pushchairs – please contact the team in advance for further information.
Facilities – Please note there are no toilet facilities.
However, I admit to being deterred by lack of loos, and also a bit hesitant because of my disability. Nerve damage in my leg means I can be wobbly as well as slow, and as it’s not obvious to others, I worry about being able to go at my own pace. Starting with a misleadingly upbeat walk and getting ever slower as the kilometers go by. I hate not being able to be invisible at a parkrun and having to think it through every week, worrying about being a burden is routine. Although the official line is that parkwalkers are always welcome, on the ground it’s not always a great experience, and I try not to set myself up for failure. It’s great therefore to have the solidarity of supportive friends to help me hold my nerve.
The course looks like this:
Sort of a Y shape then, and an out and back within that. Check out all that countryside, it was an exciting prospect. Y not take up the challenge? It would be fabulous. And as for the lack of facilities, well, they do say moving out of your comfort zone is a way to grow in confidence and experience, an agonising kidney infection/ uti would be but a small price to pay for such a magnificent parkrun experience surely?
Shout out to Tring Originals – not to be confused with Werther’s Originals, although to be fair both are jolly nice to have with you on an outing – who contacted me to say they were heading to Watergrove on the way back from a holiday in the Lake District (where incidentally they’d been hobnobbing with the S-Hs and p is for parkrun writer at Whinlatter Forest parkrun the week before #parkrunlegends). Was I up for joining them? Yes I was! It was in the diary months ago, and I’m so glad it was. I’ve been feeling a bit broken of late, and if there hadn’t have been a plan I think this particular parkrun day might have been reframed as an ‘investing in my future self duvet day’, and I’d have missed out. I’d have missed out because Watergrove parkrun is truly spectacular, and it should go without saying the Tring parkrun companions are quality parkrun accessories at any event as well. Really, as with fancy dress and high vis heroes, no parkrun is complete without at least one representative from that iconic event. And if, like me, you get to pick your own bespoke Tringers, well, that’s hitting the parkrun jackpot, obvs! 🙂
The morning dawned. In fact it didn’t really. I have chronic insomnia, which usually means in any given early hour I’m awake, albeit sleep deprived. On this occasion though, after a fitful night when I felt I hadn’t slept at all, I woke up confused having completely slept through my alarm. Aaargh. Nothing for it, but the from horizontal to upright DIY Heimlich Manoeuvre and up and out the door without really registering what was going on. In the circumstances, it’s amazing I remembered to dress myself before exiting the house. The drive would be tight, but doable, I usually allow ages for contingencies like getting lost, needing the loo, finding somewhere to park etc, but this would be just in time parkrun arriving, not really my thing. Again, it was good I’d already committed to where I was going as I may have bailed at this point, but no, I was a parkrunner on a mission, well parkwalker anyway, I would find a way to make it so. Anyhows, don’t know if I’ve mentioned it recently, but now I have an actual SMARTPHONE and the 5k app, I could even identify a NENDY on the way in an emergency scenario. Nope, not beaten yet.
The good thing about oversleeping, is the surge of adrenalin brought about by the horror of potentially missing a parkrun rendezvous zaps you awake, so in the car, blinking and hyper vigilant behind the wheel in next to no time. Off I went.
It wasn’t a bad drive in the circumstances, but coming from Sheffield takes you over Saddleworth Moor, on the M62 which is the highest motorway in the UK apparently. I didn’t know this. Either that it was the highest motorway, or that it would take me across Saddleworth Moor, but a helpful sign enlightens you at the top. Going across the moors brought me up short and was a bit spooky to be honest, there was fog and it is bleak out there. You can’t help but recall the Moors murderers and the area is so vast and expansive, you can see why some victims thought to be still out there were never found. It is a thought provoking drive from Sheffield, spectacular at times, moody, and sometimes pea soup fog. I did wonder if my parkrun destination too would be shrouded in mist.
As I descended from the highest point on the drive I emerged into bright sunshine and glorious views. I felt that wave an anticipatory excitement as the countryside opened up in front of me. I absolutely love this sort of landscape. It feels wild and ancient and the contours of the hills bring perspective on life somehow, and the skies seem vast and open. Yep, this was going to be grand.
Fortunately for me, I’d had inside intel from my Tring scouts who’d spent the night before nearby and done a recce. They’d let me know about the car park and the cobbled road that led there. I was reasonably confident about finding space to park therefore. Previously, having read the notes imploring you not to park in the village of Wardle, I sort of assumed there would be a shortage of parking. In fact, this is a relatively small parkrun and parking was good, though would be a problem if a particular challenge chaser number attracted a huge jump in numbers say. Incidentally, top parkrun touristing tip, send an advance party to photograph the amenities at your destination parkrun the night before to ease stress on parkrun morning. I got this intel. Good isn’t it? You’re welcome. parkrun tourism doesn’t need to be stressful if you bring teamwork to the parkrun party.
wound through Wardle, and lo! There ahead of me was the cobbled path, reservoir service road. I had been warned that you’d need a sports bra to negotiate that, never mind the parkrun. This warning was judicious and helpful – though an understatement. Great way to test out not only the undercarriage of your vehicle of conveyance, but also test out your own pelvic floor. tbh, the lack of precautionary pee facilities on arrival might be purely academic by the time you make it to the car park.
It is an exciting approach, you feel sort of off roady, in part perhaps because you sort of are. I wouldn’t have liked to meet a vehicle coming the other way, but didn’t so that was good. Lots of parking places and my Terrific Tring Twosome handily in situ having parked up already. Aren’t they looking particularly photogenic today? Didn’t even need to remind the to pretend to like each other for the camera which I find I have to do surprisingly often when photographing parkrun people pairs.
I was cutting it finer than I’d have liked, but not too fine. The car park was pretty empty, but a horsebox had pulled up at a far corner and it looked like this might be a regular starting point for long rides across the moor. Also, this provided a little barrier behind which I could disappear to admire the view briefly whilst attending to the necessaries, my pelvic floor muscles having held out sufficiently that I still had a bladder in need of discrete emptying at this point.
The moody skies added to the beauty of the place. You leave the car park and head through a gate up towards the reservoir and the parkrun rendezvous point. The landscape was already glorious and enticing and I was really pleased I’d roused myself from the oblivion of sleep to get here. As is always the case, parkrun was lifting the spirits and we hadn’t even started yet.
We headed off towards the start, it feels like a mini adventure into the wilderness. SO EXCITING!
Allthough it has a very off road look to it, the surface was pretty good, compact paths leading up to the rendezvous point. The flag and pop up signs welcomed us, with the reservoir visible just over the wall. Volunteers assembled, and tourists took turns to get the pop up shot with the sign and regulars caught up with one another whilst the high vis heroes did the necessaries. All good.
Quick heads up though, one thing they don’t mention in the course description is that there is a weight limit on the route. 40 – 45 tonnes maximum. Pretty inclusive weight range, but not something I’ve ever seen explicitly indicated at any other course.
What with my new ‘just in time’ parkrun arrival strategy, we had barely posed for photos when it was time for the first timers’ welcome. Fair play, this was one of the most thorough and interesting briefings I’ve encountered. The course was explained in some detail with pictorial aid of a map. We were directed to pay attention as particularly at the end turn around point on one of the Y’s there is a SHUT gate and a cone around which you should turn. One parkrunner, in a moment of discombobulation, or due to not attending properly to the course description at the briefing, instead went through the gate and ended up doing a solitary circuit around the whole reservoir, disconcerting for them and for the volunteer team too, it is sub optimal to lose parkrunners en route. Though to be honest, it is rare for teams to actually count you on the way out, so they’d be none the wise if you vanished out on them there hills as no-one would be counting you back in either. Don’t get me wrong, the landscape is lovely, but now the days are getting shorter again, you really don’t want to be lost out there for all eternity. We were warned about unexpected puddles, slippery cobbled bits allsorts really.
particular reference was made to an outward bridge and a different return bridge. Here we were to be EXTRA careful, because it has been known for parkrunners to plummet from this bridge into the white water rapids below. That reminds me. In completely unrelated news, there was also to be a tailwalker to keep us all safe, hurrah. No reason. I think there might be trolls under the bridges too, but can’t quite recall. Be careful out there basically. Respect the landscape. And respect the volunteers too. And each other. And other path users. Usual.
Then there was just time for a bit of ‘coats on/ coats off’ faffery,
and moving out of the way of the water company vehicle as a) getting run over em masse can ruin your whole day and generates an avalanche of paper work for the event RD and b) best to keep the water company sweet as it is they who allow parkrun to access the course. The vehicle passed through without incident, and then we gathered near the cattle grid for the RD briefing.
The sun came out, the view – already spectacular – opened up even more, and the gathered parkrunners formed a respectful semi circle around the RD. Again, a thorough briefing. This was even number 393 so I suppose by now it is a well oiled machine, though fairly minimalist on the number of volunteers. Not necessarily by choice I gather, they have struggled a bit to get the volunteers needed each week, as have many parkruns post covid. Still, a quality volunteer band, if not a quantity one, and supplemented by carefully placed conery and signage en route.
My favourite bit of the RD briefing though was the picture of the sheep. This is not to in anyway diminish the excellence of any of the other aspects of the briefing, but it just really tickled me that there was a sheep warning. Or were we being alerted to a particular sheep to watch out for? Embarrassingly I didn’t take note. Or was it a representative sheep to warn us about sheep in general. I don’t think they were actually carnivorous or anything, but even if they were, as a walker at the back of the pack, they would not doubt have feasted to their fill on the faster parkrunners by the time I got there, so no worries. I wonder if at Australian parkruns they show photos of wallabies or sharks or whatever by way of warning as well. Maybe one day I’ll find out. As long as the sheep had their baa-codes, all would be well. Sorry. Sorry, did I say sorry? I meant not sorry, obvs. 🙂
The RD is clearly making a very serious point judging by his expression though, I should have concentrated a bit more instead of being distracted by the loveliness of the sheep in question.
Briefing concluded, it was a group procession over the cattle grid, or down the track to the start just the other side. All very companionable..
and then it was ‘suddenly’ time for awf!
I did my usual slotting in right at the back. Pleasingly, there was another walker, disappointingly, she hadn’t realised you could walk at parkrun, and as someone accompanying faster parkrunners had already committed to doing a shorter, waterside walk, so she could meet them at the finish which would be speedier than her walking pace. Oh well, she joined the tailwalker briefly, before peeling off. Next time eh?
And off we went, in pursuit of, or more accurately in the wake of, those fleeter of foot. I pity them though, all that running up hills til their eyes bleed means they missed out on soaking up the most spectacular hills. I knew that this would be a very fine parkrun, but honestly, I was completely blown away by the landscape. You do feel out in the wilds. It’s a tough course if you opt to run it, and not gonna lie, I felt the elevation in my calf muscles, but as a 5k parkwalk it is absolutely gorgeous. The scenery is breath-taking. It changes a lot too, you move upwards through wooded paths, and then ‘suddenly’ are on the edge of open moorland. As you stride, saunter, or sprint onwards you have to make a point of looking to your left to take in the views of the reservoir, although you can’t have gone that far, you can make out the start and it looks miles and miles away. I felt transported to another world. I don’t doubt that it might get decidedly nippy out there in winter, it’s pretty exposed up the tops, but today was gorgeous.
As you get higher, there is a point at which you meet another marshal at the intersection of the branches of the Y shape. She helpfully points in all directions to shoo parkrunners in the right direction. Higher up I could make out the graceful partial silhouettes of the wind turbines emerging from the mist. I know many people loathe them, but I quite like them. They have a sculptural quality.
The cobbled track had a sort of ageless feel to it. No doubt slippery when wet, they were negotiated safely by all today … as far as I know. The reservoir consumes the old village of Watergrove, so maybe the roads date back to when that village was still a community. Watergrove Reservoir submerged the village in 1938 apparently. Also, fyi, parkrun gets a mention on its Wikipedia page. Hurrah!
A free, weekly, 5 km parkrun takes place every Saturday morning. The event is hosted by local volunteers and was first held on Saturday 7 June 2014.[3]
and they’ve even written it allonewordalllowercase #dreamsreallycancometrue
We paused to watch some of the front runners pounding up the hill, and then continued down the slope, cheering on the parkrunners pushing on through gritted teeth, not gonna lie, walking down was probably more fun in the actual moment, though i daresay those parkrunners would feel a great sense of achievement by the end of proceedings.
I’m sure even those with apparently gritted teeth were happy on the inside.
I had the tailwalker with me anyway, but there were marshals at critical points, pointing us through open gateways and over bridges, cones keeping outward and returning parkrunners safely apart on one stretch.
Oh, and there were even actual sheep as promised/warned in the RD briefing. I couldn’t be sure if they were the same actual sheep pictured earlier – lakes a lordy, I hope it hadn’t been a wanted poster we’d been shawn. (see what I did there). Anyway, they didn’t seem to be up to any particular mischief, though possible being somewhat furtive lurking in the undergrowth now I come to think of it….
As advised, you could indeed see right across to Manchester and it was an impressive sight. I have a soft spot for the open moorland too, it calms me, and I love the feeling that you can walk for miles and miles. Whether or not you actually can, I’m not sure, but it was spectacular and healing all the same.
then we got to the end of the road with the closed date and the cone that marked our turning point. Not really sure how you could misread this, but then again, I have been known to face the wrong way at the start of an unknown parkrun so perhaps should refrain from judging. Also, I think a run round the reservoir would be jolly nice in its own right anyway, just it would be shame if you were thwarted from claiming your parkrun due to avoidable navigational error. Consider yourself warned dear reader.
and turning back and returning from whence you came, back to the Y line intersections is actually pretty splendid, because you appreciate the views all over again but in different light, and this time get to head onwards and upwards to the wind turbines. First though, you have to negotiate the back route on the alternative bridge. I noted the tailwalker very particularly went over the parallel bridge to me to ensure I was safe. Also, by splitting up, if the bridge troll was active, it would only be able to make a grab for one of us, leaving the other free to go and get help. Wasn’t needed on this occasion, but you can’t be too careful. This is why parkrun is so thorough in its risk assessments, and quite right too.
Back round again, and it was a gentle incline back to the start, a cheery marshal waiting by the gate to see us safely home. Google photos did this clever colour pop thing, good though isn’t it? Proper high vis hero tooled up and ready for all eventualities, hurrah!
At we were descending, the Tring Twosome, who had completed their parkruns came back out as a sort of personal escort to help shepherd me home. It was good to walk and talk and take it all in. A fine parkrun finale indeed.
and back to the warm figurative embrace of the finish funnel team. I was a good 10 minutes or so behind the penultimate completer, but the team seemed ok with that which was a relief. We were timed in and scanned in record time and thanked the team before wending our way back down to the carpark. Rather sweetly, a child on a mini bike really wanted to race the tailwalker home, but she had to stay behind me and alas, I wasn’t running anyway. No matter, the a Tringer saved the day with a sprint back, suspect she didn’t beat the bike though, but had fun trying, and hope, she didn’t go through the finish funnel twice, so all good, and no palpitations for the timers either. Oh look at my finish token, hurrah. No, not that, don’t be childish, I got a position bingo number too, didn’t even know that was a think, but my 5k app thing tells me so, and who am I to disagree.
On the way back we passed some other walker/runners one of whom accosted me to enquire about my llama leggings. She has been considering purchasing some, and wanted to check about sizing. Although my leggins have giraffes on them, they are nevertheless llama leisure ones, and they are indeed splendid. It’s the pockets and comfiness of them, and they are half the price of many of their competitors, though probably I could do with a bit of a higher cotton count in the gusset area to be honest, but generally, splendid. My interrogator consented to a leg shot, funny what being a llama legging wearing parkrunner has normalised apropos of conversations with strangers. And a fine thing too!
my giraffe leggings are my absolute favourites though. Why wouldn’t they be.
After this little brand ambassador interaction, we continued to our cars. The plan was to check out the recommended breakfast venue. Parking in the village was a worry, but we had some inside information, not sure if I should fess up, but then again, handy intel. and it is in the website info.
We were headed to Charlie’s Coffee and Cakes, 135 Ramsden Road, Wardle, OL12 9NX, and to achieve this, we availed ourselves of the free parking at the Conservative club OL12 9JU from which it was just a few paces to the coffee shop. There may have been some nervous laughter shared between us as we speculated on what would happen if we broke down at this spot. We agreed absolutely no photos and we shall not speak of this again. It’s to remain a secret between you and I dear reader.
and so to Charlie’s then. It was splendid. It’s not a big place, and at first we thought there’d not be room for us, but lo, there was a separate area to the back with squishy sofas. It was a super friendly place and we enjoyed a leisurely post parkrun breakfast. We m arveled at the blast from the past which was spam on the menu. Yep, one of our party succumbed to this novelty, because how often do you see spam on a menu these days. Basically never. It came, it was consumed, turns out, there is a reason why, like angel delight, spam only appears rarely as an option. As a novelty value though it was like travelling back in time, I half expected to see pricing options in green shield stamps, but alas no!
Oh, on reflection, looks like I only half remembered the venue. I had a squishy sofa, but sitting opposite was a bit more of a test of poise, still I was fine, so there you go.
But wait! There’s more. Turns out my Tring friends had been stalking my parkrun progress, and identified this as being my 99th different parkrun, arbitrary perhaps, but a great excuse for bringing out the flakes and this they had done just for me! A multi pack, well this was excellent, we might not be able to do the 99 ice cream itself, this not being an ice cream serving sort of establishment, but we did break open the multi pack. There being four, I got to keep two and the others got one each. Except that then, using his personal charm and charisma 50% of the Tring party was able to negotiate for some ice cream in which to insert the flake to create a reimagining of the original flake. It was such an amazing surprise, it made me feel all warm and squidgy inside. Really thoughtful, and all the better for being entirely unexpected. Ane, even better, the serving presentation caused much hysterical guffawing for the placement of erect flake proudly atop two adjacent spherical scoops of ice cream. Doesn’t take all that much to get us started apparently. For the second time that morning I wasn’t sure if my pelvic floor would hold out, this time from laughing rather than from bouncing along a cobbled service road!
my parkrun companions attempted to pay for the ice cream on exiting, but the offer was waved away with a smile. They done it as a favour and didn’t really have a pricing category for it. Thinking on her feet, the other 50% of the Tring contingency proffered her remaining flake by way of exchange. The upshot was, they ended up having no flakes and I took home two and ate one in situ. Was I supposed to share? Possibly. That’s the trouble with hindsight, not massively helpful unless you combine it with the ability to travel in time, which I don’t have, despite the spam encounter of the morning. Anyway I didn’t. Only the one spoon, and surely the best way to show my appreciation was to just scoff the lot. I like to think so …
Anyway, the upshot was it was a wonderful healing parkrun morning, a much needed boost after a tricky week. The parkrun itself was way up there with my favourite ones to date. It is simply stunning, granted, we got it on a good day for views, but i bet it is equally glorious every time, albeit different every time too. It is one that is prone to winter cancellation though due to ice and snow. Apparently it was also on something of a knife edge re going ahead today too, due to lack of volunteers, so keep an eye out if you are planning a trip, and if you have a non running friend to volunteer, or are able to volunteer yourself, I’m sure you will be welcomed with open arms. Dress for the exposure on the moors though, think hat, buff and thermal vest. Outer garments as well obvs, not just hat, buff and thermal vest, that would be weird. Maybe a scarf and gloves too, right nippy out there on them there moors.
So it was a very fine morning. Thanks as always lovely parkrun high vis heroe, and thanks especially to my loyal Tring Troopers. It was such a tonic to meet up and great to be given a reason to commit to going to Watergrove parkrun at last instead of just thinking ‘one day’. If Watergrove is a ‘one day’ parkrun on your list, do yourself a favour and fix a date in the diary to go, you are missing out if you don’t.
Sigh.
Perfect parkrun morning.
Hope you had one too, wherever you were, or do again soon.
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