: The Hincaster Pump And Other Stories
6th March 2021
done it again. Went out without my camera, thinking
that this wouldn't be a GLW. Nor did I expect
I would want to take any any more photos for the latest
BB challenge. I think I need a change of strategy.
ither a phone with a much better camera or alternatively
keep my spare camera in the car so I always have one
this wouldn't have been a GLW if Levens Hall gardens
had been open. But they weren't. As a result
we decided to walk up the ancient Icehouse Wood lane
to Mabbin Hall. We would then head across fields
on a route that we have never previously taken in order
to pick up the track down to Hincaster. It was
there that the camera was first needed and stories seemed
to be hiding.
found a seat with the words "Pump Lane Hincaster"
marked on the backrest. Directly in front of it
were the remains of the old village pump. There
must be stories to be told about this.
track ends messily. There is a lot of litter and
several abandoned cars alongside a run-down house. This must
have a more modern story.
past this mess, we emerged onto Harry Brow . Who
was Harry? Is there a story there also? Things
now improved radically. The large, mounted stone
ball in the middle of the small triangular green is
calls it a stone seat topped off with a lump of granite,
thought to be a glacial erratic originating from near
Shap. There must be a story there as well.
by is a Victorian Postbox. Ready there to accept
the posting of stories?
cottage door carried a meaningful motto.
debated whether to return to Levens by Hincaster Hall
or to carry on to Levens Park. We chose the latter.
After looking at the recently restored canal tunnel
mouth we walked the canal bed (dried out of course)
towards the park. Last time I was there (BB1930),
it was like fairy-story land with lots of dolls and
gnomes and the like. This time we saw but a few.
Where did they go? Did they meet an evil
fate? The story should be told.
returned to Levens Hall via the Park and its impressive
avenue of trees. They are very old, many of them
greatly gnarled and some almost totally disintegrated
with new trees growing through their entrails. What
would they tell is if we could only hear them?
of the few benefits of Lockdown is that it has caused
us to explore paths that we have discovered in what
we thought was familiar territory though many still
retain their secrets. Here endeth today's story.
Saturday 6th March 2021
miles 369 feet