Tony's Memory Lane
30th January 2008
had promised Tony that normal service would be resumed
this week and that the madness of the long distance
walks was now over. The forecast was not too good
so Bryan came up with a gentle stroll around Torver
that would avoid going too high and should protect us
from the worst of the elements. The plan was to
go on Thursday but when we saw the mountain forecast
issued on Tuesday afternoon, it was hurriedly brought
forward to Wednesday which sadly meant that Stan was
unable to join us.
parked just north of Torver as a shower ceased and made
our way past Scarr Head up to the old quarries where
there was an impressive waterfall.
glimpse of lake and sea
Old Man and the other tops, Dow Crag and Wetherlam,
were covered in mist, as they remained all day.
Crag, Coniston Old Man and Wetherlam not quite visible!
the Walna Scar Road we turned right. We were yattering
so much about consequential matters like how long
Kevin Keegan might last with Denis Wise thrust alongside
him that we missed the next turn for the intended path
down the hill. Or at least we thought we had.
However, the gps tracklog later proved we
had been at the right spot but the path was indistinct.
I suppose we could have used the gps to confirm
our location but that seems like cheating other than
in emegergencies. So, after a bit of to-ing and
fro-ing we decided to carry on past the strangely named
Boo Tarn- possibly so called because it is so covered
in reeds that you donít see it until it takes you by
north-west over Coniston
found what looked like an abandoned (or blown away)
fly sheet which Tony and Bryan rescued, thinking it would
make an excellent tarp.
would a wooing go, a-hem!
the car park we turned south, then east
then south again heading down towards Coniston
Water, passing a shire stallion on the way.
a big old black horse, at least!
emerged onto the A593 at Park Gate, by the
very house in which Tonyís wife had been
brought up and where he had first started
we turned north using the Beeching-axed
railway track to Bowmanstead and
the Ship Inn about which Tony had so many
happy reminiscences that we felt sure he
would want to drag us in.
no- he was more intent on having his butties
by the lake shore near Coniston Hall.
picture at lunch
lunch, as we approached Coniston Hall (old building
that sounds and looks grand from a distance but on closer
examination is little more than a high class barn) the
weather which had so far been reasonably kind suddenly
produced a hail shower. Bryan ran for cover and called
for us to join him. He was admonished by Tony
for being a wimp. This is, of course, a man that sits
in Killington Lake for five hours in horrendous conditions
for fun. A little hail shower was not going to
stop his progress. So, on we went down the Cumbria
Way for about three pleasant miles along the lakeside,
pausing to examine Torver Jetty, which was disconcertingly
south down Coniston Water
north from Torver Jetty
before Sunny Bank, we left the lake, climbed a small
hill and rejoined the A593 heading north for half a
mile or so past the Land Rover garage and then dropped
down to Torver Beck and a bridle path back to Torver
where we admired the now converted railway station.
Railway Station, as was!
Passing the Church, I asked Tony if he would like to
pay his respects and this he did with a pint of Boddingtons
whilst Bryan and I had Hawkshead bitter. We had
half expected a welcome along the lines of ďOh Tony,
we havenít seen you for at least a fortnight. Come on
in. Are these your friends? Bring them along- any friend
of yours is a friend of ours- drinks are on the house.Ē
Sadly however it turns out that of the dozens
of pubs within striking distance this was about the
only one he didnít frequent although he had a relative-in-law
who did. Nonetheless, it was a pleasant old-fashioned
pub with a log fire and a low beam on which I did the
inevitable- jumping backwards into it whilst taking
off my rucksack. Ouch!
we left to retrieve the car, which was only 400 yards
further on, the landlady described us as proper walkers
(I think that's the word she used)
because we only had one drink before leaving. No
doubt if it had been one of Tonyís regular places, she
would have been amazed.
30th January 2008
miles (Garmin/Memory Map)
climbed: 1,260 feet (Anquet)
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Avoiding the Graupel;
Lyth in the Old Dogs; 22 January
: That's Lyth;
: Tony's Memory Lane;
: Fell's Belles! Thank You Mells?
: The Langdale Skyline and a Fell Race!
An Outbreak of Common Sense;
Askham Fell and the Lowther Estate;
: Thanks to the MWIS
19th March 2008
: High Street and Kidsty Pike but no Fairy
: Prelude to Spring
2nd April 2008
: Spring in Lakeland
6th April 2008
Wet, Wet Sleddale to Mosedale Cottage
10th April 2008
: What's It All About, Tony?
17th April 2008
: The Hidden Mountain
22nd April 2008
: The Bowland CROW
1st May 2008
: High Cup Nick:
The Gurt La'al Canyon
7th May 2008
: Travelling Light
14th May 2008
BskiB08 : Bootski Boys in the Sella Ronda
23rd February - 1st March
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