: NADLERS round Loughrigg
27th November 2019
I cried, my tastes are more Reacher than Nietsche; Rebus
not Phoebus. In fact I seldom read anything else,
other than the sports pages.
she said. Please come with me on the NADLES outing.
perhaps I should explain, is the Natland and District
Literary Exploration Society, so named due to their
inclination to explore the deepest meaning of selected
novels and determine their literary merit.
come, she repeated. The NADLES are now exploring
the great outdoors for pleasure rather than literary
merit. I want to be with them but I'm afraid that
I am somewhat lurgified and might not be able to complete
other words, I deduced, you want a driver to pop out
at strategic points in order to take you home if necessary.
she insisted, I want you to come on the walk but be
with me if I have problems. You never know, you might
like that, how could I refuse?
Mary and Linda had travelled to Grasmere by bus; we
by car in case of the aforesaid potential problem. First
call was at Mathilde's where civilised tea and cakes
were consumed. Off we then went, up the Red Bank
road on the west side of Grasmere (the lake). This
was familiar territory but I had never before taken
the footpath to Hunting Stile and onwards to Huntingstile
Crag which proved an excellent place to stop and admire
continued on new-to-me territory below High Close youth
hostel and then on a very pleasant path down to The
How at Loughrigg Tarn.
track up and over the Loughrigg Fell dip was familiar
territory. This brought us down to the Rothay
Park footbridge and into Ambleside.
had made it and, what's more just as she predicted,
I had enjoyed it.
you Nadlers, maybe I could be allowed to join you again
Wednesday 27th November 2019
In case you had spotted and were wondering the meaning
of the bonus "R" inserted into NADLES, one theory is
that it stands for Rambling, something to which I am
verbally prone as readers (if indeed there are any)
of this report will understand. However it could
just refer to people who nadle.