The path alongside the River Trent at Stoke, at February 2023

Update, 23rd February 2023: The path is now open at the southern end.

Since spring is just about to start I wondered if the ‘new river’ path along the River Trent was now ready, down in Stoke town. You’ll recall that the whole of the Trent was re-routed at Boothen (site of the former Stoke F.C. ground) and a massive new river channel was constructed. So… I took a look.

The answer is: not quite yet, but it looks like it could be relatively soon (April??). Actually, you can walk along most of the new path. But you can’t then connect with the old river path at the end of the new path. That end is currently blocked, as I show below.

So at February 2023, here’s a step-by-step guide to how to access the Trent path as a pedestrian, when starting on the Trent & Mersey canal.

1. Come off the Trent and Mersey towpath at the low arched bridge at the Council House car-park at Stoke town (Stoke-upon-Trent). Go up these steps.

2. From the top of these steps you briefly cross the Council car-park entrance (“Wharf Place”, on maps) and go over the short but big bridge that crosses the A500 dual carriage-way road. This is too horrid to photograph but is very short, only 50 yards or so.

3. Once across the bridge, take the short curving pedestrian path down to the Minster (church).

4. At the bottom of the curve, you will find yourself at the corner of the Minster churchyard at Brook Street. Enter the churchyard, and then go across it under the large mature trees.

While at the church doors, peep through the trees on your right and across the road… to see Stoke’s new £10m townscape heritage fund at work. They’re renovating a row of shops that had been grotty eyesores for decades. There is also an ancient Anglo-Saxon cross and other Saxon stonework in churchyard, if you care to find it.

5. Take the path in the picture that curves away to the left. On exiting the churchyard, nip across the Church Lane bus-lane via its handy traffic islands. (Less nimble folk should instead use the right-hand path, and use the pedestrian crossing).

6. You will now be on the other side of the road and thus alongside the ‘other half’ of the churchyard. Go left along the side of this and toward the steps you can see in the distance. They’re about where the river-path starts, at its northern Stoke end.

As an alternative, you might try the short and quiet Bowhead Street (side of the cemetery extension, where the parked cars are in the above picture), then turn left into the quiet Woodhouse Street. This option has the advantage of avoiding the steps and a close encounter with all the idling traffic fumes at the mega-junction.

7. Either way, you’ll find yourself on the start of the first (most northerly) section of the paved River Trent path at Stoke. It’s a bit grotty, especially at the “dossers’ bench”, but it does the job. Follow this paved path along for a few winds and turns, until it ends here in a rise…

… and at the top of this rise you are then enticed to go across a pedestrian bridge by a cunning ‘cycles and pedestrians’ sign.

Once upon a time that worked to get you to the river, but no longer. Today it will only get you onto the Whieldon Road and on the way to Fenton, or over onto the canal with a bit of a wiggle.

So, instead, in 2023 you now go down the side of the bridge, as seen above in the picture on the right.

8. Yes, it looks like it might be someone’s parking-space. But go a few yards further on and you will have found the start of the new river-side path along the ‘new’ River Trent!

For now, before the trees grow and the vegetation takes over, you can look over the wooden fencing and admire the new nature-friendly banking and pebbling. So far, there’s not much rubbish being chucked over. But, as we all know, it only takes one feckless family and a few flytippers to ruin it for everyone else. Enjoy it while it’s rubbish-free.

9. Go all the way along this new footpath…

Now on a bike in summer, you’d have to be very careful. The houses are rammed against the path and they have tiny front gardens. With many young families and hundreds of blind corners for small kids and dogs to pop out of, there’s no way you’d be able to safely race along this path on a bike at 25 mph. Boy-racers beware.

Ok, so after a while you get near the end of the path… only to find it’s blocked and not finished yet (February 2023).

10. You might try to hook around through the estate, hoping for a bypass for this short blockage, and… still no access. The end point of the path is also not finished yet. Looks like it could be another six weeks work yet, especially if they first need to finish the “phase two” of the estate that’s currently going in alongside the path’s ending point.

11. That’s Boothen Old Road you can see on the other side, a little south of the junior school. The entrance to the old established riverside path is a few yards further down on the left. Judging by the estate map seen below, it could well be a ‘nature bit’ at the southern end of the junior school’s new playing fields.

Here’s a half-built estate map showing how it should run. The path is in green.



Good old Boothen Old Road, hurrah!

Due to the above blockage, for now you would instead need to go as far as Step 8 in the list above. But then you would:

9. Go a little way along the new riverside path, but then cut into the estate along Paul Ware Street, to reach the northern end of the Boothen Old Road.

(Bob McGrory Street may also be available through the estate, and a bit shorter. But possibly it would be easier to miss the turning of the path).

10. Now you’re on the start of the Boothen Old Road. You don’t want to go up that very tempting but very long cobbled alley on the right. Instead, keep on the gently curving road that goes down toward the junior school.

The obvious ‘bad parking and big bins’ problem means it can be a bit tricky to navigate the footpath down Boothen Old Road, but it’s not too bad.

11. Go a short distance past the School, and you will see the (currently) blocked-off end of the new path. That is where you would have come out, and will do once the new riverside path is open. As you can see from the picture below, you may now think you’re headed into some industrial estate cul-de-sac. But the entrance to the old river path is hidden from view on the left. My green arrow shows where it is.



12. Ok, so by either route, you will now be standing at the entrance gate which will take you onto the longer-established river-path. You may still be unsure however, as it looks like you’re heading into a big dangerous electricity compound.

13. Have no fear though, no Thor-like electrical bolts will zap you if you step though. Go through the bike-gate and onto the bridge and you’ll see you’re on the right track. The river is below you.

Again, you can see how the new river channel has been banked and shingled. Most of this view will soon be covered in leaves and greenery.

14. Finally follow the very grotty and litter strewn bit of the path, as it goes around the electricity compound. Druggies have obviously camped in the trees here. Hopefully the entire path from the Minster Churchyard to Hanford will get a very thorough litter-picking (and new signage) to celebrate the opening of the complete new path. But the path gets better after 50 yards, and eventually you see the paved path that runs down to rejoin the river. From here the nice and straightforward 1½ mile path will take you all the way to Hanford along the riverside (for an onward walk to Trentham Gardens and the Trentham Estate). The only problem you might have here is a bit of shallow flooding (only a few inches) of the path in the winter or early spring, after heavy rains. But that problem was caused by the river rising, and my guess is that the new upstream channelling and re-shaping will prevent this in future.

That’s it. Admire the many tree-ish views as you walk along the young River Trent!

A barnstormer…

Worzel Gummidge: The Complete Restored Edition is finally shipping in Blu-ray, after several delays over Christmas. Judging by the January 2023 reviews on Amazon UK, people are very pleased with the restoration. The earlier VHS and then DVD editions had really terrible picture quality despite the classic TV series being made on film. Just another example of the criminal lack of archival care given to British 1960s-80s TV shows, at a time when the UK should have been funding a proper national preservation archive. Instead it’s been largely left to the fans and collectors, who have done a marvellous job in difficult circumstances.

This rare full restoration, previewed with some screenings at the BFI and by all accounts an amazing job, is due to the discovery of the 16mm film cans by two old-TV sleuths. As one reviewer puts it…

How fitting is it that the original 16mm film negatives were discovered in a barn, after 40 years!

Three Generations of The Family of Author Sydney Fowler Wright

I’m pleased to present Three Generations of The Family of Author Sydney Fowler Wright (1874-1965), by leading H.P. Lovecraft scholar Ken Faig Jr.

Ken had shown me the private PDF of his genealogical text before Christmas, and I suggested that a few historians and some fiction readers in the West Midlands would be interested in this local writer, if I could add a biographical introduction and more images. He agreed to the expansion and that it could be made public. This 26-page PDF is the result, now freely available for download.

Download: fowler_wright_genealogy_life.pdf

S. Fowler Wright was a key writer in the history of early science-fiction. To earn money for his family he was also a popular crime-mystery writer of the 1930s and 40s. He was raised in Smethwick and then lived in north Birmingham. As a seminal imaginative writer and as a Birmingham man interested in Mercian history he was thus very much a contemporary of Tolkien, and he even went to the same school in New Street. I suspect a connection with Arnold Bennett, and note that Wright apparently advised Churchill on certain matters during wartime (see PDF for details). S. Fowler Wright’s biography remains to be written. I won’t be the one to write it, so feel free.

Pickling and tinkering

An excellent short post about “The Britishness of British Faeries”. Despite its click-baity title that article doesn’t sum up the characteristics of Britishness and then tally them with fairy-lore and fairy-traits. Though that might make for an interesting future post at the venerable British Fairies blog.

The article is actually about how the idea of ‘fairy’ can be brought before the more rational mind. In this case by situating the fairies as the ineffable genii loci of a place, especially in the British context of our ‘deep time’ landscape and places. No diminutive Tinkerbell or neo-pagan confabulation is then required to get the basic idea across to the musing young walker.

The concise article sums this up very well. But I’d like to add a few points, around the idea that its not all about an ‘immediate emotional response’ to a place.

At worst that sort of response can simply stop short, easily slipping into a purely nostalgic and preservationist view of a place. The preservationist ends up ‘pickling the fairies’ of a place, as if in a jar of pickling vinegar.

The ‘immediate emotional response’ assumption can also overlook the contributions made by the rational thinking mind, in terms of ‘landscape place-making’ (from path-makers to tree tenders to grand folly-makers to wall-builders), and also ‘landscape place-discovering’ (folklorists and antiquarians through to modern metal-detectorists, from child den-makers to footpath naturalists). It’s not just about cultivating a hazy awareness that some distant ancestors may have once ‘dwelt’ here long ago, but rather that an active chain of creators helped to subtly shape and ‘make’ this place while respecting all the past contributions. In which case today’s beholder of the place could become a part of that chain, one of the many local stewards and makers whose work of centuries eventually enables one to say…

“Whether they’ve made the land, or the land’s made them, it’s hard to say” (Samwise Gamgee)

Although cultivating such an awareness would then risk opening the place up to unwanted ‘tinkering and improvements’, of the sort which may do more harm than good. Rather than ‘pickling the fairies’, in this case it would be ‘suffocating the fairies’ in a cloud of cringe-inducing naffness. I’m thinking here of hasty bits of ‘improvement’ of a place. Such as:

* a massive shiny new DIY shed which instantly destroys the lovely ambience on the corner of an allotments;

* some old rain-bedraggled ‘yarn-bombing’ or ‘inspirational’ message left to rot in a depressing manner;

* various quick-fix local council ‘improvements’, at best new ‘interpretation boards’ and/or a mundane municipal sculpture, at worst things like the replacement of a park’s proper wooden-slat benches with one tiny and freezing anti-dosser metal-mesh seat;

* the numerous examples of over-interpretation and political ‘interventions’ at National Trust sites, and increasingly also at nature reserves;

* ersatz ‘fairy-fication’ via sculptures — ranging from some quite acceptable bits of outdoors art sympathetically made by local people, through a host of bland wickerwork dragonflies made by fly-by-night ‘creative practitioners’, right down to the occasional naff garden-gnome gardening (sometimes not without an eccentric charm, admittedly).

Doubtless readers can think of some tinkering or ‘improvements’ done at their own favourite places, which has caused the genuine fairy-feeling to vanish while (curiously) the litter remains un-picked.

So, yes… perhaps after all it’s best to leave most people with their brief ‘immediate emotional response’, before ushering them back to their latest forgettable TV series. Rather than pushing the mood on further, into a response that risks being either about ‘pickling’ or ‘tinkering’.

Pangur Ban in translation

My first try at a translation of “Pangur Ban”. A 9th century cat poem, written in Old Irish by an anonymous Irish monk and scholar.

PANGUR BAN

I and my white Pangur Ban,
Are a man and a cat each to his own,
He preens to pounce on a granary mouse,
I leap on some lost word on loan.

I want only quiet with my open book,
Thus I seek no fame from my pen,
Even my Pangur gives me no look,
As he guards a miscreant’s den.

He gladly flicks his tail and I my tales,
All alone in our silent chamber,
Finding endless sport which never pales,
hunting always the errant stranger.

In stoic Pangur’s path one will stray,
Then heroic struggles, valour and death!
For my part, I too will pounce and slay
Some difficult crux with rolling breath.

His sharp eyes can pierce all my walls,
Or roundly compass the floating mote,
Though my own age-dimmed sight appals,
In the light of distant ages I lift and float.

A power of joy is in his swiftest move,
His sharpest claw darting down and out!
I too am swift to joyous pen, when I prove
Some dearly-loved and devilish doubt.

Pangur and I are always like this,
Neither of us troubles the other,
Each of us starts to play at his own art,
Then finds his finish full of bliss.

He is made perfect, master of his trade,
Day and night he works and schemes,
I perform my own work, even in dreams,
Marking wisdom in what man has made.