High Street Racecourse
8th June 2006
Stan's doing the report I was just the stand in photographer - Pics attached
to prove we dunnit. The day was scorching hot and I lost my bloody sunglasses cooling my face
in a stream.
Looking at High Street from the Thornthwaite Beacon I've gathered enough
confidence to commit myself to the marathon on the 29th. I just need a thicker
pair of socks to fit my new oversize boots!!
8th June 2006
Don, our usual scribe, decided a trip to Eton was called for,
hence this report comes from my fair hand as Bryan forcefully pointed out it
was my turn.
The day was the hottest of the year so far as Bryan, Tony & I set off
from Hartsop up the track to Hayeswater. Shorts were the order of the day
together with lightweight boots, which in Tony's case were ostentatiously brand
new Brashers. These proved problematic as the day wore on as various
scientific measuring exercises (eg taking out the insole and measuring Tony's
foot against it), proved them to be between a half and one size too big.
However, Tony was totally unfazed and announced that, if necessary, he would
simply add a third pair of socks to the 2 pair he was already wearing. His
logic being that, what the hell, when they're factory shop prices to start with
and you get another 30% off through a contact what does it matter what size they
The first objective was Grey Crag (needed by Bryan for his Wainwright
list), and as we neared Hayeswater we struck off to the right up the steep
tussock strewn hillside. I was in the process of moaning about Bryan having a
thing about steep grassy hillsides when we accidentally came upon the very
pleasant and gradual path leading up the ridge from Hartsop. The top at 2296'
was quickly reached and elevenses were taken, but unfortunately the heat of the
day had brought ought flying ants so we quickly set off for Thornthwaite
Beacon. I remember reading that Wainwright had a frightening experience with
flying ants - having reached a summit he couldn't get near the cairn as it was
surrounded by swooping swifts, which brought to mind the 'Birds', but it turned
out they were feeding on flying ants!
It is only a short walk to Thornthwaite Beacon but Tony was already
complaining, despite the elevenses stop, that it was past noon and therefore
lunchtime. After a team photo call, carrot and stick was necessary and I
explained that I really needed to get to High Street to walk off my indigestion
from elevenses, but if Tony could get to Mardale Ill Bell quickly I'd compromise
As we trudged up Racecourse Hill we discussed the state of the path -
now a rocky double width road - and lamented the demise of the pleasant grassy
path it was only 20 or so years ago. Tony queried if this was the slope where
horseracing once took place, when as if by magic, 4 wild black fell ponies
appeared in the distance to the side of High Street. The conclusion voiced
that they might be descended from Roman racing stock is a good tourist tale but
unfortunately pushing the truth a bit too far.
Lunch was taken at Mardale Ill Bell (another tick for Bryan), with Bryan
offering freshly brewed tea from his camping stove to anyone who would let him
have some water. Visibility was by now almost perfect as the sun had burnt off
the early morning haze giving excellent views all-round.
As we passed the top of High Street the 4 fell ponies came into view again
and we stopped to look at their manes and tails which almost reached the
ground. We expected them to be nervous and to trot off but either past titbits
from walkers or the smell of apples in my rucksack was too much and they all
started to move towards us - time to put the boots in gear and head off down the
Roman Road towards the Knott. Tony was so impressed he announced he was
definitely in for the High Street trip and started to take multiple photos of the
route and the surrounding fells, he was even more impressed when Bryan pointed
out Tony's Cannon had a stitch facility and that all the photos could be
combined into one.
As we left the Knott for Hayeswater the sun was scorching so
it was a quick dash down to Hayeswater Gill for a cooling splash. This
prompted Tony to enquire whether anyone fancied a shandy whereupon no time was
wasted getting back to the car and the Brotherswater Inn. I ordered the drinks
from a very pleasant girl from Cape Town and was fumbling for the change when
Tony's glass slammed empty on the counter and he asked 'fancy another'! Well
that's a double first: first time anyone's drunk a drink I've bought before I've
managed to pay for it, and first time anyone's asked if I want another before
I've even got hold of my glass. Those who've not had the pleasure of Tony's
considerable company be warned.
Another super day with perfect weather, excellent views and full of good
company and humour.
Thursday 8th June 2006
Crag, Thornthwaite Crag, Mardale Ill Bell,
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- BB0631 Coppermines
- BB0630 Relocation,
- BB0629 Stone Arthur and a Mystery Plume
- BB0628 Knocking off Wainwrights. Oh! Plus Skiddaw!
- BB0627 Blencathra
and the Mungrisdale Round
- BB0626 The
- BB0625 Les
Garçons de la Botte
- BB0624 The
Crookdale Horseshoe and then some
Selside Pike revisited
Round the Dunny!
The Malham Experience
Old Man Succumbs!
QH2QH High Street (the length thereof)
High Street Racecourse
Well, Well, Well, Wansfell and Troutbeck Tongue
Yewbarrow and a history lesson
Clough Head and Great Dodd
The Corpse Road and beyond
A Bit on the Side.....
Angle Tarn with Surprises!
Cragg via Dovedale
in the Sky with Brocken Spectres
Street via Gardiner's Grind)
Holme Fell, Black Fell and Electric