The Flooding of The Goyt Valley
The water from the reservoir was now filtered using a Water Treatment Works rather than filter beds and Lehane, Mackenzie and Shand constructed the one at Fernilee. This is now sadly derelict.
This building was opened by Alderman George Padmore who also fired the first shot when the construction began years earlier.
Below is a photo of George taking a stroll across the access bridge which used to cross the stone overflow. (This bridge is also long gone).
Later George was presented with the key to the filter house door and once inside he was watched by a huge audience as he turned the cast iron filter vessels to release the water. This was greeted with much applause.
Below is the filter house in 2014.
After George Padmore had inspected the reservoir, the cottages and the outside of the Treatment Works then he was officially given the key to the Filter House.
He led the invited guests inside and after many speeches he was given the honour of turning on the water.
Here he is sat in front of the great vessels listening to the speeches before the switch on.
Afterwards all the invited guests were given tea and cakes.
Some photographs inside the filter house.
Below are two photographs taken inside in the 1970s.
The opening of Errwood Reservoir, completed in 1968, by the Duke and Duchess of Kent.
Memories of Errwood Hall and the Goyt Valley from the 1950s.
Crichton Porteous 1954
Behind where the hamlet was is Errwood Valley and relicts of Errwood Hall. The last occupiers were two old ladies who used to drive regularly in a carriage and pair down the Goyt Valley by a sandy road (most of it now under Fernilee Reservoir) to the Long Hill road and so to Whaley Bridge or Buxton. Between the wars the house was still well kept up. Then the sisters died—they were the last of their line—and for a short time the Hall was a hostel for ramblers. At my next visit it was being dismantled because of the reservoir scheme. Contractors had paid a lump sum for what they wanted. The best stone had been taken, the rest left, and none who see what is there now can for any proper idea of the beautiful old home.
It was a double-
Errwood Valley is still noted for the show in spring of rhododendrons and azalea blooms, but the best place to see them from was the upper room of the tower. One almost seemed to float on colour, and the scent coming up with the damp and peacefulness of evening made one think that no place could be more beautiful.
After such memories, to see the raped building at first was pathetic, though now
nature has softened the despoliation somewhat. On a quiet knoll behind the hall the
Halfway down the knoll on the side away from the Hall there used to be a row of cottages
A man who worked twelve years for the two last Gosling-
“There wern’a two finer ladies than them nowheer. It did’na matter wheer they were, they’d move ta me. If they saw me i’ Buxton they’d pick me up thay would an’ all! Aa were th’on’y man as worked theer as werna a Catholic. Most chaps went tath’ private Chapel th’ first Sunday they worked theer an’ then ‘ad to keep it up, by As did’na. An’ they ne’er looked daan on me fer it. That’s what Aa liked abaat ‘em.”
How far off those days seem! Sad memories and the man who gave them has now been dead a dozen years.
But well I recall his:
“Yo’ should see th’rhodies theer, lad! Non a few flowers miles on ‘em. Flowers as far as from ‘ere ta them rocks yonder” (indicating quite a mile.)
It was this recommendation that made me go to Errwood first, and was in time, just before the benevolent reign ended. My old friend did not stay quite to the end. A new bailiff had been engaged, he explained:
“Aa knew every yard o’ Errwood—reet up ta th’ back door o’ th’ Cat an’ Fiddle. Aa were working reet up theer, makin’ gaps up so as sheep couldna wander. Yo’ know, if they got aat Macclesfield Forest way, we ne’er saw owt on ‘em agen. They’re aw rogues that way! Any’ow ‘e come up ta me an’ said: ‘Well, John, A’am yo’re gaffer naa.’ So Aa looked at ‘im an’ Aa said: ‘Tha anna. Aa’ll walk far enough afore Aaa’ll ‘ave thee fer mi gaffer.’ So Aa gives mi fortnight’s notice. Aa were gassy then, an’ ‘ad money in mi pocket, an’ in th’ bank, an’ did’na care fer noobody. Th’ old ladies wanted me ta stop, bur Aa wouldna. Aa’m an Englishman, an’ winna be ‘umble t’anybody.”
While the Hall was still occupied the grounds were opened at rhododendron time every spring for years so that anybody might enjoy the beauty. But there was much smashing of bushes and taking of flowers, and eventually someone broke the nose off one of the religious figures that stood in niches in the wall round to the main steps. That was an insult the devout owners could not forgive and all privileges were withdrawn.
After Errwood Hall was abandoned the massed rhododendrons and azaleas became a breeding stronghold of hill foxes, and for many years the keeper from White Hall organised an annual shoot there. Farmers with guns from neighbouring valleys would stand in line across the top of the glen, and men and youths without guns would beat up towards them. It was a job remembered, pushing through the undergrowth so as not to miss anything, for the rhododendron stems were inextricably tangled and as tough as wire. Sometimes, however, five or six foxes were shot. The last year before the second war a dozen beagles belonging to the High Peak Hunt were used in place of men beaters, but only one fox was put out, a vixen, though.
Goyt’s Bridge without its cottages seems a sad place now for all its remaining beauty.
The stepping stones even appear to be gradually disappearing; the pack-
Walkers can go on from Goyt’s Bridge beside the river by crossing the stile to the
left of the railed-
In the 1960s the second reservoir was constructed, Errwood. Since the Errwood dam now bridged Fernilee reservoir the suspension bridge was no longer required so it was dismantled.
Here are some photographs of Errwood reservoir filling up.