: The Mystery of the Missing Glove
10th December 2009
suddenly went quiet as we left the car at the start
of the dayís outing. When asked what was wrong,
he confessed that he had just realised that he had left
his keys in the lock on the outside of his front door.
suggested he phone Joan to let her know and he further
confessed that he hadnít got his phone with him. So,
I lent him mine and the job was done but it was a portent
that it was not going to be his day.
that I can talk. I nearly didnít make it at all.
Making my way back from Chester on Wednesday after
a long and very liquid lunch, I remember the train pulling
into Runcorn station and reminding myself that I had
to get off at the next stop- Warrington. I wasnít
worried as I had taken the precaution of setting the
alarm on my phone for two minutes before arrival time.
next thing I knew, the train was still standing in the
station but it looked somewhat different. It suddenly
dawned on me that this was indeed now Warrington and
I had better make a speedy exit or else end up in the
wrong part of the country. I dashed down the compartment
but couldnít get the door open. Then a kind scouse
lady said ďItís on the other side, love!Ē Indeed
it was, and wide open. I got off just before the
doors closed and the train pulled out. Puzzled
as to why my alarm hadnít woken me up, I checked my
phone. It was set for 4:10.
target was a gentle stroll up Whinfell. This is
a short range of hills only five miles out of Kendal.
What was unusual was that we should be going up
there on a such a nice day. Normally we reserve
Whinfell for when the weather is too bad to warrant
travelling any further, for example on BB0406
when there were 70+ mph gales, or BB0906
when Bryan and I were testing snow equipment. However,
this being our Christmas party day, we opted for a late
start, minimal travel and a not too strenuous outing.
parked near Deepslack and set off up the
bridle path- really a tarmacced road that
leads up to the radio repeater station.
miles up the road, at a decision point,
Stan and I found ourselves quite a way in
front of Bryan, Pete and Tony, who was struggling
with a bit of an ankle problem, so we stopped
to let them catch up.
was rather cold to stand and linger so Stan
took off his rucksack to retrieve his jacket
there was only one glove there.
bridle path to Whinfell
that he had clipped them together before setting off,
he concluded that he must have dropped it en route and
he set off running down the hill, shouting over his
shoulder that he would catch us up.
problem with this was two fold.
it was all very well saying he would catch us up but
we hadnít discussed where we were going!
in my experience (see the "miracle" on the
for example, or the missing ski glove in BskiB08)
you donít drop gloves en route. You drop them
at the start or at stopping points. This meant
he would have to return all the way back to the car.
I discovered later that if only I had checked through
my photos, I could have proved he would have had to
go back to the car. At the outset, Stan had bizarrely
hung his rucksac on the fingerpost and I had taken a
picture of it. In the picture, you can clearly
see that there one only one glove attached to the rucksac.
runs back past the others
rucksac and glove!
and I debated which way to go on the fell tops and once
we had agreed, the plan was for him to take Pete and
Tony onwards whilst I went back to find Stan and share
the secret with him.
down the hill I went, for a surprisingly long way before
I met up again with a bewildered Stan. He hadnít
found the glove and that was distressing him as, not
only was it a good one, it had been a present. Furthermore,
he had had a run-in with the farmer who had objected
to where I had parked the car. He must have sweet-talked
the farmer into accepting that I had really been quite
a good boy and had pulled the vehicle as close as possible
into the edge as they ended up swapping telephone numbers
and the farmer agreeing to keep a look out for the glove.
radio repeater station
galloped up to the radio masts, half expecting to find
the others lunching in the lea but not so. Instead,
we could see figures on the skyline of Grayrigg Common
and when we eventually reached its summit, there they
were tucking into their butties. Bryan had risked
mutiny by driving them on well past noon, realising
that in terms of getting the group back together efficiently
it was the best strategy.
advance party at lunch
it was a much more pleasant place to be than the concentration
camp likeness of the radio station, with a superb view
over the Howgills plus an unexpected visit from the
Howgills from Grayrigg Common
caped crusader over Borrowdale
Beacon from Grayrigg Common
lunch, we returned to the masts and continued beyond
to Whinfell Beacon where all of a sudden a mist arose,
wrapped us in cloud and denied us the view.
rising on Whinfell Beacon
it was not thick, nor long lasting and we soon dropped
out of it and made our way off the fell by the track
down to Evattsike.
Beacon in the evening sun
returned to the car shortly before a very pleasant sunset
and, on opening the boot of the car, what did Tony solve
for Stan? Yes, the mystery of the missing glove.
It had been there in the car all the time. Stan,
of course, then accused one of us of having unclipped
his gloves! As if!!
the evening festivities, we had originally invited the
ladies to dine out in Kendal at a different restaurant
to us, as per last year, but for various reasons, it
didnít prove possible this year. So, augmented by John
L, whose knee hadnít been up to joining us through the
day, we enjoyed an excellent pizza and several drinks
at Infusion, then listened to a remarkably good rock
guitarist in Bootleggers. We finished off the
night at the Riflemans where we swapped John L for John
S, who was performing with the folk musicians, and were
joined by Joan, Suzy and Margaret, bless her, our chauffeuse.
the chime of midnight, we burst into song for Stan,
to help him celebrate his 65th birthday, something he
was trying hard not to acknowledge.
Birthday, Stan! Have a great day. Sorry
your ďextra milesĒ donít qualify!
11th December 2009
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