: We'll Give It Five
10th July 2008
how the memory plays tricks. Who was it used to
say “Oi’ll give it foive”? My first thought that
it was Monica
Rose but then I remembered that she was Hughie Green’s sidekick (and more- allegedly!). Or
was that brummie, Marlene? I couldn't remember. Can
I confess I had to look it up so I will leave
the answer until later.
was reminded of this catchphrase as we sat in the car
at the car park at the head of a strangely low (given
the recent weather) Haweswater, waiting for the
rain to stop.
give it five minutes”, we kept saying but it just varied
from pouring down to down pouring.
we turned the problem into an opportunity. A BOOTboys'
innovation- we took the team picture in the car before
even putting on a boot!
to wear had challenged all of us. I opted for
bringing three different sets of clothes. Stan reckoned
he had changed his three times before being picked up
and Bryan, too, had brought a multiple-choice wardrobe.
five or six lots of giving it five minutes and reminiscences that
our planned route of going up Gatescarth Pass and on
to Harter Fell in the pouring rain was how the BOOTboys
first started, we decided to re-enact BB0401.
enough, it’s right what they say that it’s much worse
looking out at the rain from inside than actually being
out in it. Either that or it had really eased
up to Nan Bield
view of Haweswater disappeared as we climbed into the
clag and, somewhat to our surprise, a disturbingly strong
only folk we met on the hills all day were firstly two
girls with their cocker spaniel and then a party of
four girls. Gentlemen of England were obviously
still (and sensibly) a-bed!
are two strange cairns on Harter fell that loomed out
of the mist. They feature modern art like sculptures
made from the old metal fence posts. We thought
there only used to be one but my Wainwright book mentions
them both. However, it is the Jesty revised edition
so maybe things have changed. Or memory playing
Fell Summit Cairn
rocks on the descent to Nan Bield seemed much slippier
than on the way up. Here we met the two girls with the
cocker spaniel again, coming up- seemingly doing another
lap of the hill.
tarp at the Nan Bield shalter
once, there was no one at the shelter. To give
us maximum protection Bryan brought out the tarpaulin
he had rescued from the stream on BB0804.
It was not big enough to roof the shelter fully
but by sitting on one side of the tarp and tying the
ends to rucksacks it kept the worst of the weather off
us whilst we had lunch.
lunch, the weather cleared and we could see down Kentmere
to the coast. We were contemplating going on to
High Street but then a fresh belt of rain rolled in
and we opted instead to head down to Small Water.
was quite disappointed as this was exactly what had
happened on BB0401
and he threatened to set off up the hill. Bryan
was quite disappointed, as he had wanted to come back
by Blea Water. I was quite relieved and skipped
off down the path, down to some rather strange sheep
shelters. At least it might be what they are-
they look more like mine entrances.
Water and Haweswater
determined to get to Blea Water, developed a cunning
plan. A quick consultation of my now rain soaked
map suggested it was possible to contour round from
proved to be a slightly hairy and, for me,
a somewhat exhausting traverse.
that should have been is a mystery. Maybe
it was because it was after-lunch exercise.
Maybe it was because psychologically I had
been on the way back to the car. Or maybe
I have lost match fitness, this being my
first outing for three weeks.
we breasted a rise and there below us was
the Blea Water basin spectacularly guarded
by the crags coming down from High Street.
was brief consideration of going up to High Street from
here (the weather seemed rather better by now although
I think it was just due to being in the lee of the hill).
There was greater consideration of going up onto
the Rough Crag ridge and back to the car that way.
Water Beck emerging from the Tarn
there was an obstacle to cross- Blea Water Beck. With
all the rain, it was in spate and finding a safe crossing
place was a challenge. We did find an Indiana
Jones type log across the beck but it was too uneven
to walk across and too rough to straddle your way along.
Bryan did contemplate the latter but feared major
splinters in the bum department as well as the potential
for dropping into a very unwelcoming torrent.
and the Bridge of Doom
down there was a narrower section with a flat bank permitting
a bit of a run up, so jump we did but we were now too
low to climb the ridge.
final stages were uneventful, the weather was reasonable
and there was a good view over to Gatesgarth Pass and
the path on which we had set out earlier..
reached the car just before another heavy shower arrived.
The car park was quite full, as were the cars!
back towards Shap the sun came out, giving us the best
view we had had all day.
And the garage in Shap had
a car that could have won awards had it been at the
Hampton Court Flower Show.
view of the day
for the “Oi’ll give it foive” lady- did you get it right?
in ITV’s sixties answer to Juke Box Jury, Thank Your
10th July 2008
subsequently added, in respect of the sheep shelters
by Small Water:
The memory has finally kicked in. The word I was
trying to remember was bield. This is a northern word meaning sheepfold
or shelter. In Scotland it is spelt beild or beeld. In Yorkshire it
generally means a piece of wall which has no purpose other than to give shelter
to sheep. I can't find a dictionary definition of bield but I can recall
people saying they had sheltered in a sheep bield in or around the Gatesgarth
area. If anyone sends in any other explanation I would be
interested to see them.
Google search produced a definition in Geograph that
Bield is a Northern name for a sheepfold or shelter,
illustrated with a photograph of a Sheep
at Lythe Beck, Esk Valley, North Yorkshire.
to home, Wainwright gives a typically precise description
of the difference between a fold and a bield in his
account of Great
in the Northern Fells:
the difference between a sheepfold and a bield.
A fold is an enclosure of stone walls to contain
sheep; a bield is an open shelter of stone walls
to protect sheep from bad weather. Thus a
fold acts as a bield also, but a bield never serves
as a fold.
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our route in detail by downloading BB0823.
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- BB0801 :
Avoiding the Graupel;
- BB0802 :
Lyth in the Old Dogs;
Tuesday 22 January
Sunday 27 January
Tony's Memory Lane;
Wednesday 30th January
Thank You Mells
The Langdale Skyline
and a Fell Race!
An Outbreak of Common Sense;
Thursday 21st February
Askham Fell and
the Lowther Estate;
Thanks to the MWIS
Wednesday 19th March
High Street and Kidsty Pike
but no Fairy
Prelude to Spring
Wednesday 2nd April
Spring in Lakeland
Wet, Wet Sleddale to Mosedale Cottage
What's It All About, Tony?
The Hidden Mountain
The Bowland CROW
High Cup Nick:
The Gurt La'al Canyon
The Northern Tip
The Bannisdale Horseshoe
Black, White or Grey Combe?
Thunder on the 555
We'll Give It Five
Thursday 10th July
Shelters from the Storm
The Big Wind-Up
Third (and wettest) Alfie
A Visit to Mud Hall
- BB0828 :
The Tale of Randy Gill
: Mosedale Cottage Revisited
- BskiB08 : Bootski Boys in the Sella Ronda
23rd February - 1st March
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been done by which BOOTboy
in the "modern" era, i.e. since the advent
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anyone wants to claim other peaks, please let me know
and I will submit them to the adjudication committee!
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