Colin Green Photography: Hebble Trail

Tuesday, 20 January 2026

A Forgotten Waterway: Walking the Halifax Branch Canal

The Calder and Hebble Navigation is one of Yorkshire's great industrial arteries, but one short spur holds a particularly fascinating, and largely buried, history: the Halifax Branch Canal. Recently, I took a walk along the small, navigable section that remains today, from Salterhebble Top Lock to the Salterhebble Basin, and was inspired to look deeper into this forgotten waterway.

The Last Surviving Stretch

The walk starts where the main navigation meets the spur. The modern-day journey is short, a serene quarter-mile of placid water contrasting sharply with the busy road nearby. This short section is a peaceful haven, offering moorings and a tranquil reflection of the industrial past.

A view from the dark interior of a stone bridge looking out onto a sunlit canal. The dark, curved silhouette of the bridge arch frames a vibrant scene featuring a green and red narrowboat moored on the water. Lush green trees line the canal banks, and their reflection creates a near-perfect circle with the bridge's arch in the still water.

A sepia-toned photograph showing a wide, gravel towpath curving alongside a quiet canal toward a classic stone arch bridge. Dense foliage and tall trees overhang the water, casting soft shadows. Through the bridge's arch, a narrowboat is visible in the distance, and the entire scene is reflected in the calm surface of the canal.

The basin at Salterhebble, now a calm, boat-filled pool, was once the hive of activity for the main canal's final push towards Halifax before the branch opened. Today, it’s a spot to pause and appreciate the peaceful coexistence of nature and history.

The Buried Climb to Bailey Hall

What many people don't realise is that this short length is just the beginning of what was once a mighty, ambitious climb right into the heart of Halifax. When the branch opened in 1828, it extended for about a mile and a quarter, rising an astonishing 110 feet via 14 locks to terminate at Bailey Hall Basin, near the modern-day railway station and the former Mackintosh (now Nestlé) factory site. This monumental civil engineering feat was necessary to bring heavy goods like coal and stone directly into the thriving industrial town. The canal was crucial, as one horse could haul up to 60 tons by boat, a huge advantage over carting goods over the steep, difficult roads of the area.

A vibrant, eye-level shot of a paved canal towpath curving toward an arched stone bridge. To the right, still water reflects the dense green canopy of overhanging trees. Sunlight filters through lime-green leaves in the foreground, illuminating the grassy bank and a wooden bench in the distance.

A high-contrast, black-and-white photograph looking down a long, straight canal towpath. The canal sits to the left, bordered by wild grass and thick, dark woodland. The monochromatic tones highlight the textures of the foliage and the receding perspective of the path into the deep shadows of the trees.

An Expensive, Challenging Engineering Feat

The Halifax Branch was notoriously expensive to run. The terrain was challenging, and local mill owners were fiercely protective of the water supply in the Hebble Brook. This meant the canal company couldn't rely on the usual gravity-fed reservoirs.

The solution was a feat of ingenuity: a brick-lined culvert was built to carry water from the bottom of the arm all the way to a reservoir near the top at Phoebe Lane, where a massive steam-powered pumping engine then lifted the water to the highest level. The cost of running this engine and maintaining the long, leaky canal meant tolls were double those on the main Calder and Hebble.

A peaceful, eye-level view of a narrow canal waterway flanked by dense, vibrant green trees and foliage. A paved grey towpath runs along the left side of the murky, reflective water. In the mid-ground, a stone bridge abutment and a small wooden bench sit under the shade of the canopy, while sunlight filters through the leaves, creating a dappled light effect on the path and water.

The Ghosts of the Locks

The branch’s life was relatively short; it officially closed in 1942 and much of it was quickly drained and infilled. The route is now largely preserved as the Hebble Trail, a fantastic walking route that traces the canal's former path.

Walking this trail is like following a ghost. You walk over what were once the lock chambers—those well-built stone walls and depressions you see are the tops of the buried locks! It's an incredible sensation to know you're traversing a route where barges once struggled up and down a staircase of water.

Interestingly, the old structures, including bridges and the lock chambers themselves, were so robustly built that demolition would have been too costly. They were simply buried—a fascinating thought for a history enthusiast! Even the aqueduct that carried the canal over the Hebble Brook at Farrah Mill Lane still stands, though it faces problems today.

Sepia-toned view of a wooded canal towpath. Description: A sepia-filtered photograph looking down a curved asphalt towpath alongside a calm canal. Thick, leafy trees create a dense canopy over the water and path, with stone mooring posts lining the canal edge.

Colourful canal basin with moored narrowboats and stone buildings. Description: A vibrant landscape shot of a canal basin under a blue sky with light clouds. Traditional stone buildings sit on the left bank next to moored narrowboats. The still water creates a near-perfect reflection of the trees, sky, and boats. Rolling green hills are visible in the far distance.

High-contrast black and white photo of a canal bend. Description: A dramatic black and white image of a canal curving through a park-like setting. Weeping willow trees and benches line the right bank, while a narrow towpath follows the left. The glassy water surface reflects the dark trees and the bright, overcast sky, creating a symmetrical visual effect.

A Legacy of Industry and Leisure

Though its commercial life ended over 80 years ago, the spirit of the Halifax Branch lives on. The remaining section at Salterhebble serves as a reminder of the colossal ambition that shaped the West Riding's industrial landscape. The Hebble Trail ensures the route isn't completely forgotten, allowing walkers and cyclists to literally walk in the footsteps of the horse-drawn barges of old.

So next time you're in the area, don't just see the tranquil waters at Salterhebble. Take a moment to think about the 14 locks and the 110 feet of elevation that lie buried beneath your feet, connecting the busy present with a forgotten past.

A wide-angle, colour photograph of a calm canal basin. On the left bank, a traditional stone building (The Watermill pub) features a large glass conservatory that is perfectly reflected in the still, dark water. A paved towpath curves along the right side of the frame, lined with green grass and trees. The background shows a lush, wooded hillside under a bright, overcast sky.

A high-contrast, black and white photograph looking down a still stretch of canal. In the foreground, a stone-walled towpath with a metal railing sits on the left. The water creates a mirror-like reflection of the heavy foliage and trees lining both banks. In the distance, a small narrowboat is moored near a stone bridge. The composition emphasizes the textures of the masonry and the symmetry of the reflections.

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Sunday, 14 December 2025

Uncovering the Urban Wild: A Stroll Along a Stretch of Halifax's Hebble Trail

There’s a unique charm in finding pockets of forgotten beauty amidst the urban sprawl. On June 13th, 2015, armed with a Polaroid is2132 camera, I ventured onto a stretch of the Hebble Trail in Halifax, specifically the path between Water Lane and Sedburgh Road. What I discovered was a captivating blend of industrial history, rebellious artistry, and nature's resilient reclaim.

The trail itself felt like stepping into a liminal space, a narrow canyon carved between towering walls. On one side, gabion basket walls, overflowing with stones and topped with wire fencing, hinted at past engineering and perhaps flood defences or land stabilization efforts. The raw, exposed rock and mesh provided a stark, almost brutalist aesthetic. Yet, clinging to these walls, and in every available crevice, was an explosion of tenacious greenery – ferns, weeds, and wild grasses pushing through, softening the edges of the man-made structures.

Across the path, older, more ornate brickwork, possibly remnants of bygone industrial buildings, stood as a testament to Halifax's rich manufacturing past. Arched window openings, now mostly bricked in or obscured, whispered stories of bustling factories and forgotten laborers. These walls, however, weren't silent. They were alive with a riot of colour and expression – vibrant graffiti tags, intricate murals, and bold statements painted by countless anonymous artists. One image in particular, a striking green, skull-like creature with glowing red eyes, captured the raw energy and subversive spirit of this urban art gallery.

Walking deeper into this concrete canyon, the path twisted and turned, at times narrowing, at others opening slightly to reveal glimpses of the sky. The ground underfoot shifted from rough asphalt, dappled with moss and fallen leaves, to uneven cobblestones, suggesting an older pathway that once served a different purpose. Litter, unfortunately, was also a constant companion – discarded papers, plastic, and general debris adding to the raw, untamed feel of the place. It's a reminder that even in these hidden gems, the challenges of urban neglect are present.

One of the most intriguing aspects was the presence of the Hebble Brook itself. Peeking through gaps in the foliage and under archways, the dark, fast-flowing water added another layer to the landscape. Its ceaseless movement contrasted with the static permanence of the walls, a natural force carving its way through the man-made environment. The way the brook disappeared into dark culverts and reappeared further along added a sense of mystery, making me wonder what other hidden passages and secrets lay beyond.

The overall impression was one of stark beauty and resilient life. It’s a place where nature battles concrete, where history meets modernity, and where anonymous artists leave their mark. The light shifted throughout my walk – some sections were bathed in bright, diffused light, while others, particularly where the path dipped under structures or narrowed, were shrouded in a captivating gloom. The black and white image, in particular, stripped away the colour to highlight the textures, the stark contrasts, and the interplay of light and shadow, emphasizing the raw, almost melancholic beauty of the trail.

The Hebble Trail, at least this section of it, isn't manicured or picturesque in the traditional sense. It's grittier, more authentic, and in its own way, incredibly beautiful. It's a testament to how urban spaces can evolve, becoming canvases for expression, havens for wildlife, and intriguing pathways for those willing to look beyond the obvious. My Polaroid captured not just images, but the very essence of this urban wild – a truly memorable and inspiring stroll.