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                         The Black and White Canal Monday 
                        18th June 2012 
                            
                                | An 
                                    evening stroll and another little dip into 
                                    Graham Dugdale's Curious 
                                    Cumbrian Walks 
                                    although this time I have devised my own 
                                    title rather than copy his walk: A 
                                    Royal Welcome for the Mail - the village 
                                    that time forgot As 
                                    directed, we parked at Burton in Kendal 
                                    but had an exploration along the main street 
                                    before starting the walk.  It 
                                    is a strange little village, one of contrast 
                                    through 
                                    which I have no recollection of ever having 
                                    previously walked. It 
                        is an historic mixture of once grand Georgian houses 
                        and small old cottages. | 
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                                |  Sadly, it is also a modern 
                        day mixture of gentrified and near abandoned properties. 
                                    One closed pub, The Royal, and one still 
                                    in business, King's Arms.   We came to the conclusion that, for many, the 
                        attractions of scenery and proximity to Lancaster and 
                        Kendal were outweighed by the fact that it is essentially 
                        a linear village and, despite not being on the A6, it 
                        is close to junction 36 of the M6 and accordingly remains 
                        busy with traffic. | 
 |  It needs a by-pass to rejuvenate 
                        it.  We 
                         followed the book's route up round the back of Burton 
                        and along a very leafy lane. Apart from the rather muddy 
                        section, it reminded me a bit of Bavarian Alpine walking, 
                        albeit on a smaller scale.  Long stretches of not 
                        seeing very much interspersed with sudden openings with 
                        glorious views. At 
                        one stage the instructions threw me until I realised 
                        the author had suffered from a problem that I sometimes 
                        have.  I have no difficulty with left and right 
                        because I view them as rotations, not directions.  Nor 
                        do I have any issues with North and South.  But 
                        for some strange reason it is not unknown for me to 
                        confuse east and west.  When the author talked 
                        here of pursuing a north-westerly course, he really 
                        meant one that is north-easterly. 
 A 
                        little further on, after passing through the hamlet 
                        of Clawthorpe, various inhabitants not being unknown 
                        to certain of our friends, Mr Dugdale has another hiccup. 
                            
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                         He refers to seeing Clawthorpe Hall on your right. 
                         I thought at first that he had had another of 
                        his lateral transferals as Clawthorpe Hall was certainly 
                        on our left, but I could not see it. Then I realised 
                        that his direction was correct but his naming of the 
                        property was not.  It was, in fact, Curwen Woods 
                        to which he had intended to refer- an imposing residence 
                        owned until recently by the late and sadly missed Richard 
                        Boddy. |  After 
                        crossing the A6070, the Holme sign, some horse and the motorway, I made a mistake 
                        and turned left down a narrow lane which I presumed 
                        would be the one mentioned in the book "serving 
                        a canalside row of terraced houses known as Sheernest". 
                         
 The lane, which could  appropriately be called 
                        Dogpoo Avenue, failed to serve any such cottages.  Looking 
                        at the OS map, I realised that we had turned left a 
                        little too soon.  Mr Dugdale might have made that 
                        clearer.  No harm done, we were soon able to cross 
                        the canal.  From the bridge, not only did we have 
                        a fine view of the Lakeland hills, we could also see 
                        the large mill pond at Holme Mills.  From my occasional 
                        trips down that road, I had not realised how big it 
                        was. 
 This 
                        stretch of the canal is really very pleasant, quite 
                        elevated with good views all round, particularly of 
                        Farleton Knott and the distant Lakeland hills.  Tonight 
                        a hot air balloon could be seen in the direction of Coniston 
                        Old Man and another in the opposite direction. 
 
 An 
                        information board informed us that this waterway used 
                        to be known as the Black and White Canal as it was used 
                        by barges travellling northwards full of coal then returning 
                        south with limestone. Once 
                        at Moss Bridge we turned left (i.e. East - I think), 
                        over the strangely named Hanging Hill and back to Burton-in-Kendal. 
                         Mr Dugdale had again produced a very enjoyable 
                        short walk, especially suited to a rare fine June evening. Don, 
                        18th June 2012 
   
 Distance: 
                        5.0 miles;     Height climbed: 
                         374 feet 
   
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