: A Vipera Berus Encounter
have undertaken the Kentmere challenge - a Rotary charity
walk in aid of the North West Air Ambulance - before
so I donít intend to describe the route. A detailed
description can be found at the Kentmere
website. Consequently, this report just contains a few
bullet points of points of interest (to us, at least)
en-route, one being of particular note.
and I plus potential recruit John Hn tackled the red
route. Bryan had set off early with his pal, Tony
M, to undertake the black route, the full 20 mile round.
The weather was better than expected with excellent
distant views. However there was a strong northerly
wind blowing. We were glad that we were not doing Black
usual, we admired the fine houses on this back road.
was an old Morris Minor in a barn, a sight that
brought back memories of two of us who were erstwhile
usual, we had a Comitibus
photo at the bridge over the River Kent
were fine views over to the Western Fells and also
to Fairfield and Red Screes.
down the valley to Kentmere reservoir
descending the Garburn Pass, like last time, we
noticed a couple of hopeful lads with mattresses
strapped to their backs!
passed the lovely Green Head house with its Edwardian
some Edwardian graffiti (Frank Leyland 1907), we
chanced upon occasional BOOTboy
Martin who, along with a companion, was out on his
snack was provided in the village hall (something
not available to Black routers as they do not descend
into the valley). When the villagers heard
us coming, they all turned out to form a welcome
party and pay their respects.
ascent out of Kentmere provided another fine view
up the valley.
Skeggles Water, I was recounting the tale of having
seen an adder there (BB1013)
when what did we find on the path?
better known as the common adder; this time rather cross
at having been disturbed and having the odd hiss or
two at us.
return to Staveley fooled the organisers. Instead
of taking the prescribed route, we detoured to cross
the rather fine Millennium bridge and thereby took
them by surprise from behind.
in the Beer Hall, for the first time since I started
the practice, I was refused permission to take a
photo of the person who served us. The young
lass must have thought me a dirty old man and made
some comment about stealing her soul. Of course,
dirty old men we are not (regular readers will know
that I have taken and published these pictures irrespective
of gender) but we respected her privacy. Instead
I took a photo of the main man (middle with two
pals, above) of a large stag group from Barrow who
were having a great time visiting as many of the
pubs of Cumbria that they could persuade the coach
driver to visit.
eventually arrived with Tony M. We can only
take their word that they completed the black route.
Actually that is not fair as no doubt their
route card was stamped at the turning point, Thornthwaite
Beacon. Well done both.
am pleased to report that my new GPS was working well
but it is consistently showing a higher mileage than
when the tracklog is uploaded into MemoryMap on the
I think the Garmin is the more accurate.
28th April 2012
Old Man BB1215
posting produced another
e-mail from Mary P, a former colleague of several of
us, who, unbeknownst to me, has long been following
our adventures from her home in Ullapool. When
I asked her how she coped with the midges she responded:
are very happy here but the midges are appalling. There
have been times when they have reached choking proportions
and that is just not funny.
can cause the Forestry workers to be sent
home, on occasion, although the workers
say that Avon Skin-so-Soft acts as a very
good repellant, because it contains citronella
you just imagine burly great lumberjacks
asking for that in the chemists?
of Monty Python?
to be reminded.
that was nothing to do with why she contacted me. It
was as a result of seeing the
photo of Marion de Saumerez's painting (see BB1215).
read your description of the painting in
the church at Helsington and Annie Willan
who modelled for an angel in the painting.
teacher at Levens School was a Mrs A. E.
Willan and as that was in the middle 1950's
I suspect it could well have been the same
must have been in her late fifties, I would
imagine, and was a lovely lady, with a very
gentle way of keeping us on the straight
enjoyed the anecdote about your mother-in-law meeting
Beatrix Potter (Mrs Heelis). From conversations
I had with folk who knew her, when we lived in Cumbria,
I suspect that grumpy was a fairly permanent state of
mind with her.
like the tale about when she was up at Troutbeck Park
farm, which she owned at one time. It was a very wet
day, and she was wandering around with a sack over her
shoulders to keep off the worst of the rain. An old
tramp came by, and mistook her for a "bag lady".
a bad day fer the likes o' thee and me, lass,"
what her reaction was?
that is not the end of our degrees of connection. You
may remember that several of us used to work for Provincial
Insurance or its life insurance offshoot that changed
its name to Prolific.
in 1988 I joined Provincial Life, just before
it became Prolific.
remember the celebrations of that event,
and the happy state of the celebrants who
came into the office after the trip to Belle
came across the Belle Isle trip photos near
to the end of BB1118
West Side Story
while searching for the Linthwaite ones
- you all looked as though you were having
such a great time!
connections continue. Mike is the proprietor of
the Linthwaite House Hotel and on the walks that have
started from there he has often produced Waberthwaite
sausages to fuel us before setting off. Mary added:
to working at Provincial, I had worked for about five
years at Linthwaite Country House Hotel, when it was
owned by the Liddell and Adamson families, so I greatly
enjoy seeing the photos of it now.
have great difficulty getting past the photos
of the Waberthwaite sausages - oh, I remember
how good they were!
I worked at Linthwaite we used to all sit
down mid-morning and polish off any left
overs from breakfast time, while gossiping
about the guests - happy memories!
I think they used to be Cranston's sausages,
but Wab Sos are equally delicious.
also hinted that there could be a story concerning Stan.
All she would say was:
may remember when he nearly got locked into the kitchen
at Mol Mor as the rest of us headed off to the pub.
Good job that we had a "nose count" and realised
just in time that he was missing .
Mary had a Big
Josie tale to
tell- a not untypical encounter!
too, met Josie, many years ago. As they say up here:
"What a wumman!"
called in for a drink one evening when we camped nearby
before going to Eskdale Show next day. This must have
been in the 1970's and Josie was in fine form. So were
a few young chaps in the corner, who regaled us all
with some rugby songs of debatable quality.
can't remember what prompted Josie to lift her sweater
up (I suspect it didn't take much of a prompt for that)
but my face must have mirrored my amazement, because
she snorted with laughter, and spluttered, "Ach,
probably blushed, but then looking at the dumbstruck
rugby singers staring at Josie's assets, I collapsed
in laughter too!
thanks for getting in touch with these stories.
28th April 2012
climbed in feet:
Challenge Red Route
Don, James, John Hn
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