|   47DON: 
                        The Return to Sawrey 
 Over 
                        the years I have often described my 30th birthday as 
                        my most enjoyable ever.  The memory is a little 
                        hazy now as to precisely what happened but our best 
                        reconstruction of it is that on the day, or perhaps 
                        a day or two before, we had a visit from Margaret’s 
                        cousin Dinah and met for the first time her husband 
                        Alan.  It was arranged that we would all go to 
                        the Porthole in Windermere for my birthday meal.  That 
                        definitely took place on Monday, 18th April 1977.  We 
                        gathered at the Albert and then moved on to the Porthole. 
                        I don’t remember much about the meal except it was a 
                        very jolly affair and we cadged a bottle of English 
                        wine that had been left behind on another table as the 
                        diners didn’t like it. Afterwards 
                        we all went back across the ferry to the Sawrey Hotel 
                        where festivities continued.  Eventually it dawned 
                        on me that as I had far too much to drink to drive and 
                        Margaret, although sober as she was carrying Jamie, 
                        was not yet driving, we had better stay the night.  The 
                        Landlord was himself well-oiled and was having a private 
                        party in his quarters but he told us we could use room 
                        number 7 as no-one was in it.  The barman went 
                        to bed and left the four of us plus another couple (Peter-Jimmy 
                        and his wife) whom Alan knew slightly, with an honesty 
                        arrangement which I am proud to say we used liberally 
                        but not fraudulently.  Needless to say, we went 
                        to bed very late. The 
                        next morning after breakfast we went to pay for room 
                        number 7 but the landlord was quite perplexed and insisted 
                        that he didn’t have anyone staying in room number 7. 
                         We reminded him of the conversation we had had 
                        with him the previous night.  Whether or not he 
                        remembered, he was happy enough to take our money- not 
                        surprising considering the bar bill. Thirty 
                        years later, it came as a lovely surprise to learn that 
                        Dinah and Alan planned to take us back to the Sawrey 
                        Hotel as a 60th celebration.  It was of course, 
                        not possible to arrange it for my actual birthday so 
                        10th October was picked as the target date. Dinah 
                        and Alan joined us at Cracalt the day before which by 
                        happy coincidence was our wedding anniversary so we 
                        got off to a good celebratory start.  Then on the 
                        10th we left for the ferry.  It was a beautiful 
                        morning, the lake was still and it was no burden to 
                        have to wait for a couple of ferries before we managed 
                        to embark.   
                            
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 The 
                                    Marina at the Chandlers | 
 Windermere 
                                    from Ferry Nab |  Once 
                        across, we soon reached the Sawrey Hotel.  The 
                        rooms were not ready but that didn’t matter as we were 
                        planning to go for a walk.  I was in Blue Peter 
                        mode- “here’s one I prepared earlier”- namely BB0710 
                        Latterbarrow. 
                            
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 Arrival 
                                    at the Sawrey Hotel | 
 Sawrey 
                                    Washing! |    
 Moss 
                        Eccles Tarn We 
                        climbed up past Moss Eccles Tarn (spotting Sawrey washing 
                        en-route) and then Wise Een tarn, enjoying beautiful 
                        autumn weather and spectacular views.   
                            
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 Wise 
                                    Een Tarn | 
 Picnic 
                                    in the woods |  After 
                        picnicking in the woods we crossed the awful, devastated 
                        fields that had once been woodland but now look like 
                        the aftermath of the Somme. 
 In 
                        contrast once at Latterbarrow summit, the views are 
                        magnificent- the whole panorama of Southern Lakeland 
                        from Coniston Old Man round to Yoke. 
 After 
                        a team picture and a coffee stop, we retraced our steps 
                        through the battlefield and descended alongside Belle 
                        Grange Beck.  The path is quite steep and laid 
                        with stones that were extremely greasy so it was a bit 
                        of a challenge.  In the lower reaches it looked 
                        more like Aladdin’s cave with cold coins strewn everywhere. 
                         Unfortunately fallen leaves are not legal tender, 
                        no matter how golden. At the bottom we followed the 
                        lakeside track until taking the bridle path back over 
                        to Sawrey, descending into the setting sun.  A 
                        superb outing of 7.8 miles and 1,535 feet of climbing. 
                            
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 Team 
                                    picture on Latterbarrow | 
 Sawrey 
                                    Sunset |  
                            
                                | Festivities 
                                    resumed in the evening.   The 
                                    Sawrey Hotel puts on a decent pint of Hawkshead 
                                    in the Claife bar where we half expected 
                                    to see Peter-Jimmy.    In 
                                    fact, Alan had tracked him down. However, 
                                    now approaching four score and ten, the 
                                    prospect of returning to meet up with people 
                                    he didn’t really remember was understandably 
                                    trumped by the second birthday party of 
                                    a grandson.   The 
                                    Sawrey restaurant, indeed the whole hotel, 
                                    seems little changed in 30 years.  | 
 Claife 
                                    bar |  Over 
                        the fireplace is an intriguing relief depicting some 
                        story of biblical or mythical times but I can’t work 
                        it out.   
 Can 
                        you? The 
                        restaurant provides a splendid hearty dinner of good 
                        home cooking in which you can choose two starters then 
                        your main course followed by sweet and finally a choice 
                        of cakes of cheese.  Just the job for an evening 
                        stroll to burn off the calories, or, in our case, another 
                        trip to the Claife bar. Sadly 
                        the fine weather did not continue to the next morning. 
                         It was drizzly at best so we abandoned the idea 
                        of another walk (a reprise of BB0602). 
                         Nevertheless, even in the wet, the countryside 
                        looked magnificent as we drove across to Coniston and 
                        down the lake to return to Kendal via the Greenodd and 
                        the A590. It 
                        might not have been as wild a visit to Sawrey as 30 
                        years previously, but it certainly was a wonderful addition 
                        to the still ongoing 60th celebrations! Don, 
                        11th October 2007 
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