: In Search of Patricks
being St Patrick’s day on Wednesday, anything
Irish is the BOOTboys
theme for the week. Margaret and I
went out to make sure we bagged the local
St Patrick things before anyone else. Plus
anything else with Patrick in its name.
parked outside Preston Patrick Memorial
Hall and crossed the road at the old School
and set off for St Patrick’s Church.
is an olden days feel to walking
across the fields to a church
standing by itself at the top
of the hill. It makes
a fine view point, the Lakeland
hills having had a fresh dusting
of snow overnight.
had read that there is a Green
Man wall carving at the east
end of the church.
appropriate for St P’s day I
couldn’t see it so perhaps it
there were various other human
faces alongside the south facing
was another person in the churchyard so
I asked him about the Green Man. Unfortunately
he was not local but was very into church
architecture. He didn’t know about
this one however he did tell me that most
cathedrals have a Green Man. He said
had discovered one under a choir seat in
now realised that I had left the rucksack
in the car and I realised I hadn’t switched
on the map tracker. So back to the
car I went to remedy both.
next Patrick was Preston Patrick Hall, a
very old looking building.
lane leads past it and under the motorway
then up a long climb to the next proper
road. This took us back across the
motorway. The distant views were again
could just see the trig point on the top
of Helm, with Ill Bell and the Kentmere
Goose Green (sounds more Falklands than
Irish) we turned left. We had been
looking for somewhere to sit and have a
coffee and when we found an old milkchurn
stand by the side of the road outside a
house with a green, strong man's name, we
thought this is it. There we were,
quietly enjoying the break, when the owner
of the house came up and said he owned the
milk stand. Finish your coffee and
don’t let me catch you sitting there again.
in 50 odd years of living in the area and
never having seen this previously, had he
not said anything it is unlikely that we
would be passing that way for a long time,
if ever. Now, however, we must make
it an annual pilgrimage. Margaret
spotted that if we were to change one number
on the parked car it would sum the guy up.
stop Kaker, the home of the wonderful Olive
Clark, a formidable old girl. We didn’t
see Olive but we did admire her house with
a miniature replica of it in her smart garden
that is alongside a mill race.
more Patrick to go- Preston Patrick Quaker
Church. Quaker churchyards are generally
very peaceful places but this wasn’t due
to works taking place to the building across
the small yard.
was short walk back to the Memorial Hall
having completed our Patricks.
one thought to finish on. Why is the
church called St Patrick’s? It used
to be called St Gregory’s, as per the hill
and the nearby old folks home. Did
they change it to reflect the name of the
civil parish- Preston Patrick? As
far as I can tell, that Patrick was a very
different person. It’s a mystery.
Monday 15th March 2021