Friends of the Fallowfield Loop

by Costel Harnasz.

Some of the long-standing members of the Friends of the Fallowfield Loop will remember Rob Trueblood. This is a brief story of the part he played in the creation of the Loop and how the Friends came into being.

I knew Rob Trueblood from sometime in the late 1970s, when our paths first crossed, both of us living in Prestwich, both of us teaching at the time. We became friends sharing an interest in local and industrial history in which maps figured greatly. We both became active in local and community politics.

One Saturday, in the mid 1990s, after popping out to the shops I came home to find a note pushed through my door. It was a note from Rob about an old railway track, ending with the capitalised words THIS IS THE BIG ONE! We arranged to meet that day and over mugs of tea, the Manchester A to Z, and the OS Explorer map spread over the kitchen table Rob explained that he had been following the route of an old railway line, on his bike, crossing over bridges, and turning into whatever roads that led to the next bridge, and so on till he emerged not far from me.

I caught his excitement, and shortly afterwards we both set off together to repeat the journey he’d made, but in the opposite direction, after finding a gap in a fence, and down to the level of the trackbed where the railway lines had once been. The cuttings were overgrown, some parts quite wet underfoot where water had pooled. Embankments covered with self seeded trees, nature at work. It was exhilarating to feel like we were bush whacking – in the city – on top of which, we had plunged into another, hidden traffic free world coexisting with the one we had been familiar with.

What happened next? Rob discovered that an organisation called Sustrans had produced a document in conjunction with Manchester City Council, for something called The Fallowfield Loop. He obtained a copy, a cartophile’s dream, full of detailed maps. We blew the dust off the report and formed an association called Two Wheels Good, and began to breath life into its pages. He created a display to take round to events where we could set up a stall and advertise the possibility of a traffic free cycle route across south Manchester. It was fantastic collaborating with Rob (a one time geography teacher) and we had maps to show schools that could be linked, parks and open spaces, train stations.

We had an aim to try and get funding in time for the Millenium celebrations of 2000. There was a lot of money around for a multitude of projects but cycling was just not on the agenda at the time and the funding didn’t emerge. But we ploughed on. Two Wheels Good became a properly constituted ‘Friends of’ body and a year later funding emerged, from a different national lottery source. The forthcoming 2002 Commonwealth Games was a driver as we offered the prospect of a traffic-free route round the city to the venue, by way of the Ashton Canal. This was picked up by the press, and also, by then so many councillors knew from our lobbying that the line of the FLoop passed through their wards.

Round this time Rob had discovered that Sustrans had a local area volunteer ranger, Dick Venes, and in 2001 the inaugural meeting of the Friends of the Fallowfield Loop took place in a bar that occupied the premises of the original Fallowfield Station, now absorbed into Sainsbury’s. It was a packed meeting, standing room only with over 35 people attending. Rob was the first chair, Dick its treasurer, and I secretary. The following year the first section of the FLoop was officially opened. The council produced, in conjunction with FotFL, the first leaflet with map. It was called The Fallowfield Loop, but a year or two later the next edition quickly appeared, called The Manchester Cycleway. I think it had been picked up by some far sighted officials in the transport department and while it seemed a shame to me that the name Fallowfield Loop had gone (at least from the cover), cycling was now, literally, on the map in Manchester. I do believe that the FLoop prompted more cycle routes appearing on roads, and it was exciting to see signs pointing to how to get to the FLoop.

Rob’s involvement with the FLoop decreased as it took on a life of its own – to this day the Friends of the FLoop remains one of the very few ‘Friends of’ an off-road cycle route in the country. He became involved with driving new projects in the north of the city. He got more and more into wildlife, the environment of natural history, continuing that strand in our early lobbying when we would refer to the FLoop as a Greenway. Rob was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis last year, and this year contracted complications. He died in Prestwich, at home, close to where I first bumped into him.