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Sunday, 22 February 2026

A Walk at Henfield and Westerleigh

It stopped raining, and the cloud cover lifted just enough to reveal a moon in all its blueness. A straggling flock of pigs flew past. 'Let's go for a walk,' Son the Younger suggested. 'I've sorted a route.' 


Our walk started in Howsmoor Lane, a rural relic that now staggers through the ever-expanding suburb of Lyde Green. Much of the start of this route we'd already covered more than once: Lyde Green Common, the oak in the field by the M4, passing under the M4 and heading north along the Dramway towards the lakes at Windmill Fishery. 



From here, we crossed Westerleigh Road and - shortly afterwards - a disused railway line that once served nearby Ramhill Colliery (for we were once more walking the South Gloucestershire coal field).  The colliery wasn't on our route, but I made a mental note of its location and will aim to visit some other time. 




The lane leading to Box Hedge Farm


Just before we reached the farm, we turned right and walked along a ridge with views to Lyde Green in the south. It was cold, with a thin wind blowing, and boggy underfoot, and I couldn't help thinking what a lovely walk it would make on a breezy summer afternoon. 

On the edge of Westerleigh, we encountered some ponies, which were the highlight of the walk for me - though not for Cwtch. They ignored her barks and little rushes from the other side of the fence and strode over, apparently hoping for sugar lumps or carrots, of which I had none. 





We were now heading south, back across Westerleigh Road towards the local slaughterhouse, where the squealing of pigs reminded me of the one just down the road from where I lived in Taunton forty years ago. It's a horrible sound and a horrible business. 



We crossed the Westerleigh branch via the level crossing ...


... and headed back towards the M4, crossing Folly Brook and under the carriageway where the railway line terminates.



We were now back in familiar territory, having walked this part of the route - along the Bristol and Bath railway path - almost a year ago when we visited Brandy Bottom colliery. 



The remainder of our route took us along the side of the ring road and the edge of some of the new housing. It was starting to rain and I felt that, had I been in charge of the walk, I might have cut it short at this point and returned the way we set out, but I wasn't and the full six miles had to be completed, come what may.  It was mostly enjoyable, though, with good company, and I plan to explore some more of the area soon. 



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