Stone Arthur and a Mystery Plume.
hair had become rather long and unkempt so, after much
prodding, I decided it was time to take action. Out
came the clippers and on went the No.6. Or so
was only when I checked in the mirror after
the first three or four cuts that I realised
something was seriously amiss. Looking again
at the attachment I realised to my horror
that I had read it upside down and what
I thought was the Number 6 sign was actually
the 9mm indicator. Too late now, the
job had to be completed.
so it was that on the coldest day of the
autumn so far, in the first frosts of the
year, I ventured out even more shorn than
John Lyons and distinctly chilly round the
promised that despite the freezing conditions, it would
be fine with prolonged bright sunshine. Stan needed
to be back early, as also did Tony, we subsequently
discovered, as he had to travel to Otley to celebrate
becoming a potential grandfather so a short trip was
required. Tony and I were relieved that our thighs would
not have the 5 day ache that followed the Skiddaw expedition.
Bryan had need to tick off Stone Arthur, a modest
little bump above Grasmere, and came up with a 7 miler
that looked, at first sight, as if it would even allow
Tony to have his lunch by his noon deadline.
parked at Rydal Church and for once forsook the temptations
(?) of Nab Scar in favour of the low level path towards
Dove Cottage and then headed up to Alcock Tarn which
itself is quite a climb, giving a strange hot and cold
combination as the early morning temperature fought
with the heat generated by the exercise.
Tarn with Stone Arthur and Great Rigg
Tarn from the north
much bigger than it looks at first sight", said Stan
appropriately on reaching Alcock Tarn, at the far end
of which we faced a decision point. The original
intention was to descend into the valley in order to
pick up the path to Stone Arthur. However Bryan
had spotted an alternative route that traversed round
Greenhead Gill so the choice was for more climbing or
more distance. We chose the latter and headed
up through Butter Crag and then along a track that might
have been ok for sheep and not noticed by fell runners
but had rather too much exposure at a couple of places
for my liking although Tony, now seemingly much more
comfortable with certain death drops, did not seem fazed.
Arthur and Great Rigg with the traverse around the gill
across the Gill it was only a shortish climb to the
summit of Stone Arthur, so-called as it looks like a
castle from the valley. Allegedly. It is not so
much a peak as the lower end of a ridge but Mr W. counts
it so it has to be done and recorded. Out of the cold
wind and in full sunshine we had a very pleasant and
rather extended lunch and near snoozes. Visibility
was excellent and Blackpool Tower could clearly be seen.
Gill from traverse
is always a mistake to have lunch before the climbing
is over, no matter how much Tony complains, and setting
off on the steady climb up to Great Rigg was a bit of
a challenge until the stiffness wore off. From
the top was a tremendous panoramic view in all directions,
including the Scottish hills. Then we told Tony
that actually we hadn't needed to go there as he had
already done it.
right to left: Fairfield, Helvellyn plus a glimpse
of Dodd (BB0628)
made our way down this side of the Fairfield
Horseshoe, over Heron Pike and stopped for
our second break at Nab Scar.
found the descent of Nab Scar worse than
going up it. Bryan and Stan were galloping
down and at first I tried to keep up but
my knees were screaming and when I almost
turned my ankle I decided it was time to
grow up and go down at sensible pace.
Pike and Nab Scar
reached the car just as the sun was going down behind
is one mystery to report. In the distance, beyond
Ingleborough and to the west of it, was a massive plume
of steam or smoke from something, presumably a factory
of some description. I am now wondering if we
saw the same thing when we did the Malham Experience
but dismissed it as a fire on the moors. We should
have taken a proper compass bearing to try and track
it down, or at least a photo, but we reckoned, from
the position of the sun, that it was roughly south of
down the map due south for 40 miles brings you almost
exactly to a chemical factory on the River Wyre, near
Fleetwood. Could that be the cause? I think
not. It seemed to be more behind the Bowland Fells,
which is further east, and my money is on something
around the Clitheroe or Burnley area. Can
anyone suggest the source of this huge mass of steam
2nd November 2006
Think I've solved the fire. Don's right, it's a fire on Bowland fell. Saw it
when travelling back from Otley the far fell opposite Ingleborough. Still
burning quite strongly
3rd November 2006
Burn Moor, presumably? Or Blaze Moss! Ho! Ho!
3rd November 2006
am sure it is Castle Cement works just off A59 near
Clitheroe (just to the north of Burnley, which happens
to be the home of Super Clarets who are comfortably
placed in Championship League and destined for top division
football - UP THE CLARETS).
anyone thinks otherwise (about smoke that is), I would
be pleased to know.
Baker, 7th November 2006
Arthur, Great Rigg, Heron Pike , Nab Scar
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- BB0631 Coppermines
- BB0630 Relocation,
- BB0629 Stone Arthur and a Mystery Plume
- BB0628 Knocking off Wainwrights. Oh! Plus Skiddaw!
- BB0627 Blencathra
and the Mungrisdale Round
- BB0626 The
- BB0625 Les
Garçons de la Botte
- BB0624 The
Crookdale Horseshoe and then some
Selside Pike revisited
Round the Dunny!
The Malham Experience
Old Man Succumbs!
QH2QH High Street (the length thereof)
High Street Racecourse
Well, Well, Well, Wansfell and Troutbeck Tongue
Yewbarrow and a history lesson
Clough Head and Great Dodd
The Corpse Road and beyond
A Bit on the Side.....
Angle Tarn with Surprises!
Cragg via Dovedale
in the Sky with Brocken Spectres
Street via Gardiner's Grind)
Holme Fell, Black Fell and Electric