The
village of Nangreaves is a rather special place. This old mill community
still has cobbled streets (although the stones are more accurately
described as setts - cobbles are more rounded). The old mill
cottages are still in use, and the village commands spectacular views
across the valley to Holcombe and Ramsbottom. Nangreaves sits on the
edge of the moorland between Bury, Rochdale and Edenfield. After passing
through Nangreaves, Walmersley Old Road visits a few farms and a quarry
before petering out into a stony track above Ramsbottom.
The peaceful isolation of the village, the spectacular views and
many miles of country footpaths make it a popular destination for
walkers and an escape for residents who love the countryside and
need access to a motorway network - the M66 is minutes away.
The
village became a conservation area in 1974, and the cottages are
Grade II listed buildings. Newer cottages and apartments were sympathetically
built in the early nineties. Residents have a wide range of views
over towards Holcombe and Winter Hill. Sunsets over Peel Tower can
be a particularly magnificent sight. Nangreaves is now a blend of
old and new, in both architecture and inhabitants. Some residents
remember the mill as a going concern - some worked in it. Many know
it only from photographs and from others talking about how things
used to be. Newcomers are pleasantly surprised to find that most
people know each other on first-name terms.
The
whitewashed pub, dating from 1825, is a focal point of social life
and has been owned by the same family for three generations. The
current landlord, Brendan Leyden, was born in the pub.
The large boulder on the pavement near the phone box is called
the Nangreaves Boulder and is a glacial boulder from Ravenglass
in Cumberland. The reservoir at the bottom of the village holds
2250,000 gallons of water and is fed from Haslingden Grane.
Non-human residents can be spotted in the countryside nearby. Take
a pair of binoculars and a walker might find snipe, curlew, grouse,
grey and French partridge and pheasants. In the evening, bats flutter
up and down the streets while tawny owls hoot to each other. Now
who would want to live anywhere else?
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