An Outbreak of Common Sense
21st February 2008
day started badly. An early start to enable us
to get to Derwentwater in good time to knock off 2 to
4 remaining peaks out that way had seemed a good idea
but the traffic in town was awful and the drivers so
mindless that by the time I got to Tony's my blood pressure
was high and my tolerance zero. Another round
of cursing brought us to Stan's. Half an hour's
travelling for what normally takes less than ten minutes.
However that had nothing to do with what followed.
unanimous agreement at 9:05 this morning on Stan’s driveway,
BB0807 was officially aborted. The prospect of
another hour's travelling then to face persistent rain
and 70 mile an hour gales with -10C wind chill factor
suddenly seemed less appealing than all those jobs we
have been putting off for weeks because we don’t really
want to do them. No doubt if Bryan were fit we
would be on the fells by now! Margaret thinks
this is the first time we have aborted after setting
out. She might be right. At least there
was not a game of e-mail chicken. Or perhaps
it was the ultimate game of e-mail chicken?
as I drove home, all the traffic had dissipated and
I now have a bonus day and my lunch already made! Magic!
Get the flask out.
21st February 2008
miles (Garmin- Memory Map)
climbed: 0 feet (Garmin- Memory Map)
Askham Fell and the Lowther Estate
13th March 2008
from Heughscar Hill
had not gone far when I realised that I had left home
picking up my wallet. Never mind, I thought. The
boys will sub me if I need to buy anything. Then,
as I reached the outskirts of Kendal, the phone rang.
Unfortunately I had stored it in my anorak, which
was in the boot, so I had to stop to retrieve it and
pick up the Voice Mail message. “I hope you get
this before you go too far because you have left your
be without money is one thing. To be without butties
is quite another- the boys might prefer that I starve
than for them to go hungry! And to be without
both meant I couldn’t pop in ASDA to buy provisions
before picking anyone up. So back home I went
to collect butties and wallet, which explains why we
were rather late in setting off from Kendal.
a motley crew we were. Bryan nursing his broken
ribs (with a warning from Liz to all of us not to let
him do too much, as if we had any influence). Tony
was nursing a pulled muscle in his calf. Stan
had a bad attack of idleness and would have preferred
to have stayed in bed. And I had my bunged up
sinuses that just don’t seem to want to clear up.
this on a day when the Met Office mountain forecast
read “Ask yourself this- do you really need to
go into the mountains?”. This was a bit
OTT, we thought, more relevant to yesterday’s gales
than this morning’s bright start with spells of rain
by mid morning. Anyway, we had already decided
to take it easy on a low level walk that Bryan had been
saving for a rainy day and especially suited to a group
of old crocks who had not been out for a month.
parked at the sensibly large and free car park in the
beautiful village of Askham,
having driven through Lowther Park. My first stop
was the local store in the hope of buying an inhaler.
Yes, they had one but the wallet for which, in
part, I had gone back home, had no money in it! However
my prediction was correct and Tony loaned me a fiver.
set off through the village out to the west
up a road that turned into a track and no
sooner had we reached open fell than we
came across a group of fell ponies sheltering
against the wall.
seemed undisturbed by our presence and looked
so sweet that Stan was moved to say to one,
“If I had an apple, I would give it to you.”
panic set in. He realised he did have
an apple so clarified his message “I have
an apple and you’re not having it!”
ponies waiting for Stan's apple
seems that he was once nearly killed by a group of horses
clambering over each other to reach an apple that he
had offered to give them and were crushing him against
a wall in their mass anticipation.
here it was a gentle climb up past various wooded areas
suddenly to emerge almost at the summit of Heughscar
Hill, all 1,230 feet of it. There were splendid
wintry views over Ullswater to the Lakeland hills where
the weather was distinctly darker than that which we
picture on Heughscar Hill
climbing already over, we cut across Askham Fell, noting
in the distance the cockpit that we first visited on
We found birthday greetings written in stones.
On the map we saw the comment “Cairn Circle” and
for once actually managed to find it. Tony searched
in vain for a virgin to sacrifice. At least I
think that was his intention in the unlikely event he
seeks a Virgin!
crossed over a minor road and down towards Helton through
an interesting anciently terraced
field then via an old narrow lane, walled on both sides.
objective was to have lunch down by the
River Lowther, sheltering, if necessary,
under a bridge.
did not prove necessary, the rain was still
was in much better spirits, Bryan seemed
untroubled and I could breathe.
Tony, however, was really struggling with the combination
of his calf strain and it now being 45 minutes
past his feeding time.
lunch, we crossed the bridge, went up by Whale Farm
and followed the river through the Lowther estate, past
farmland and woodland, finally emerging in front of
the sad derelict Lowther
once fine estate
Castle- Keep Out!
made our way through the parkland to St
Michael’s Church where the lead had been
stolen from the roof of the Earl of Lonsdale’s Mausoleum
This time we went into the church. The entries
in the visitors book talked about what a peaceful place
it was. Not in my book. It is large, cold,
damp and with little sign of living creatures ever using
the building. It is probably the
most unwelcoming, soulless church I have ever been in.
It is dead. Another Mausoleum.
Michael's Church, Lowther
large medieval knight
emerged into rain, but that was where “peaceful”
was to be found- outdoors in the countryside
overlooking the river. We dropped
down, on the road, to the river and across
to the Askham side where there is the much
nicer looking St
Peter’s Church to be found.
we found this to be unwelcoming in a quite
different way- it was shut.
we headed on back to the car through this
quite delightful village past a house that
Stan would rather like to buy!
Peter's Church, Askham
this time it was raining heavily and for the first time
in a long while we returned in a rather wet state somewhat
surprised to find we had completed 9.2 miles.
this is a lovely walk through open fell, farms and parkland
and, one day, possibly on a fine summer’s evening, I will
do it again, next time with Margaret.
13th March 2008
miles (Garmin / Memory Map)
climbed: 1,074 feet (Garmin / Memory Map)
£5 (DS to AR)
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Avoiding the Graupel;
Lyth in the Old Dogs; 22 January
: That's Lyth;
: Tony's Memory Lane;
: Fell's Belles! Thank You Mells?
: The Langdale Skyline and a Fell Race!
An Outbreak of Common Sense;
Askham Fell and the Lowther Estate;
: Thanks to the MWIS
19th March 2008
: High Street and Kidsty Pike but no Fairy
: Prelude to Spring
2nd April 2008
: Spring in Lakeland
6th April 2008
Wet, Wet Sleddale to Mosedale Cottage
10th April 2008
: What's It All About, Tony?
17th April 2008
: The Hidden Mountain
22nd April 2008
: The Bowland CROW
1st May 2008
: High Cup Nick:
The Gurt La'al Canyon
7th May 2008
: Travelling Light
14th May 2008
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