Secret wooded paths. Gloriously dappled sunlight. Trickling streams and gushing mini-falls. Hidden gardens bursting with fucsia and orange.
What with the glorious weather we've been gifted, I decided it was high time to check out the Meanwood Valley Trail, being as I'd long been wanting to see it for myself and who knows how long this golden sun will last? I convinced the chap that we'd finish off the exploration with a bite to eat, knowing that one can finish up at the Myrtle Tavern, and so we set off. We missed the starting point across the Woodhouse Ridge, and went straight in from Meanwood. There's a sign post just off the main road, and markers along the way, for first timers like us. Even so, we doubled back on a few occasions, noting that it'd likely be a smoother wander once this initial trip was completed.
And I couldn't recommend a constitutional of this kind more. Roughly speaking, follow the beck to find the path, and take in several hidden beauties along the way. Once you're past a big body of water, and some adorable allotments housing ponies even, you'll make your way on the road towards Meanwood Park - not before passing the old Highbury CC building and yet another fine friendly horse. Most of the route feels like you're uncovering obscure and forgotten territory.
Once on Meanwood Park, a huge and resplendent expanse opens up before you, and one that I still can't believe I'd not found before. It wasn't overcrowded, to say that it was a Sunday and immensely sunny, so I'm reticent to share this new secret lest it clutter. However, if you want an alternative to Hyde Park (which upon passing the other day, has already been spoiled with litter) this is a real gem to voyage to.
There's plenty of trodden paths, and little desire line offshoots to play with, if you further your traverse as we did. We followed along the main route, chatting to a friendly dog walker about a broken bridge, before going off road in search of The Hollies - the area I'd predetermined from a Yelp review. Sure enough, we followed instruction, and clambered up and up, resisting other routes and walkways, determined to find this elusive spot. And all of a sudden we were surrounded by majestic trees, in some kind of free range miniature arboretum, blooming all kinds of dazzling pinks, oranges, and reds. It was hard to capture how private and exclusive it felt with my camera, but it's the sort of space that inspires poetry, and lost folklore, tales of the fairy realm and doors to Narnia.
Once we made it to the top, we found a sturdy solid path back towards the water, through the remainder of the woods named The Hollies, and let it lead us down. Nearly reaching the ring road, we about turned and aimed to make it to the pub for a rewarding pint. On the route back we trod closer to the water, balancing across a fallen tree, step-stone-ing across shallow rushes, and eventually discovered the main route to the pub, past the old quarry workers' houses. Your reward, besides the experience itself, can of course be a pint still country-side in the Myrtle's great beer garden.
Whether you wish to take a quick woodland walk, or immerse yourself in the greenery of Leeds for a day, this spot should be high on the hit list. Why? Because us Leeds folk are so lucky to have it right on our doorsteps. That's probably the reason it took me so long, but it won't take me 10+ years to visit again! And I've so much more to find on the next one, be it a new spot to sit by the water, or a breath of fresh air in myself. read more