: Shelters from the Storm
17th July 2008
was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from
parts of England, such as the Open Golf Championship,
were being devastated by storms. For us however, shelters,
rather than storms, were to be the recurring theme of
all started with last week’s debate (see BB0823)
about the meaning of “bield”. This set Bryan thinking
what is the derivation of “Nan Bield Pass”? The
shelter of the Indian Bread Makers? After a little
research he found that Gatescarth Pass means "Goat's
Enclosure" whilst Nan
means "Ann's Shelter".
it be that this is the “she” about whom Bob Dylan was
singing? Had he, in another lifetime, passed this way
before and chanced upon the saintly Ann? And was
it she who moved him to add:
if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
always do my best for her, on that I give my word
a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting
to be warm.
"Come in," she said, "I'll
give you shelter from the storm." ?
was in search of traces of Ann that today we set off
up the Nan Bield pass. We did of course find the
modern seat shelter still there, unmoved from last week
at the top of the pass, but no sign of the legendary
lady, unless she was in some way connected with the
Victorian graffitists who left their mark in the valley
during the 1870s.
two other shelters were to play a part in the day’s
was, of course, scheduled to be the "big one"-
the ascent of Scafell Pike but we saw no point in travelling
40 miles to climb greasy rocks and not see anything
when we could do likewise much closer to home. Or
in Stuart and Philip’s case, to opt out completely.
day was damp but not as bad as last week as we parked
up by Kentmere Church. Rather than wade across
fields, we took the road route to the Nan Bield Pass,
passing by some remarkably docile and idyllically situated
cows on the way.
with a view
the industrial scars, Kentmere is a delightful valley
in almost any conditions and surprisingly long.
up the Nan Bield Pass
view back to Kentmere from the shelter
reached the top of the pass and the Nan Bield Shelter
without incident apart from me leading Stan up a wrong
route over the Tongue and waiting for a non-appearing
Bryan and Tony until Stan pointed out my error.
Bield lunch stop. Again!
Water and Haweswater in Mardale
was taken at the shelter, as per last week, but without
Bryan needing to get out his tarpaulin. Tony looked
down at Mardale and started singing the The
Horn of the Hunter
per the Houghton Weavers, recalling the exploints of
the Lake District's second most famous huntsman, Joe
Bowman, in the now drowned Mardale.
When the fire's on the hearth and good cheer
We'll drink to Joe Bowman and his
For we ne'er shall forget how
he woke us at dawn
With the crack of his whip and
the sound of his horn
had discovered a fascinating, albeit bizarrely designed,
about the drowning of the village to make the reservoir.
Bryan and Stan debated where the two original
lakes, Low Water and High Water had been before being
flooded to create Haweswater. Eventually we set
off again and this week we did go up Mardale Ill Bell
and over to High Street.
back over to Harter Fell from Mardale Ill Bell
the way we encountered a man with a JCB creating a motorway.
in the distance.....
and close up
remain unconvinced about these scars crawling across
the hills. Later examination of the ones spotted
showed that two years later, they have not grassed over
or taken on a more natural appearance. The counter
argument is of course that they will prevent further
had a brief pause at the top of High Street and likewise
at Thornthwaite Beacon before crossing the divide to
Froswick and a glimpse of Windermere from Thornthwaite
Ill Bell and Froswick
back to Thornthwaite with hint of Thirlmere
make guest apperance
was now starting to rain cold rain and the climb seemed
rather tougher than we had previously been up, though
nowhere near as bad as the extreme way Bryan had brought
us up Over Cove on BB0516.
I showed the route to an amazed Tony. Meanwhile,
the clouds briefly cleared to allow the Langdales to
make a dramatic guest appearance.
Bell was another cruel pull up onto very greasy summit
rock that proved the wisdom of not going up Scafell
Pike today. On the descent, Bryan pointed out
various other even more extreme routes that he was determined
to try one day. Not with Tony and me, that’s
for sure; Stan seemed game, however.
spots a crazy way up
in contrast, was a much gentler climb, at the summit
of which we had been promised that Bryan would unveil
his latest acquisition- a four man bivi shelter. However
we were made to press on to a lower section before he
called a coffee break and removed the bivi shelter sack.
involved us in what seemed like a strange
tribal ritual. We put the rucksacks
in a group whilst we stood around them in
a circle pulling the shelter over our heads.
say it was a tight fit is an gross understatement.
were so confined that I started to get cramp
in my thigh.
explained that it had been fine when he
tried it out with Liz, his wife, at home
and that Tony had taken up too much material
on which to sit.
tried again and I just couldn’t get myself
fully in it. Bryan again insisted
that there had been plenty of spare space
when he and Liz erected it on his dining
Bryan. But it is one thing doing it on a
carpeted floor with your wife when intimacy
is not only not an issue, it might actually
be a pleasure but, on a sloping fell, for
four grown hairy blokes with boots on, finding
places for legs and feet to fit without
compromising or even endangering each other
is a different matter. Especially plus four
decided that this was a shelter from the storm that
I could do without, particularly as, in my rucksack
I had my own shelter, last used on BB0601
(with similar problems, it must be admitted- the report
confided: "Stan reckoned I had my boot up his bum to
which he responded by placing his firmly in my goolies.")
therefore opted out, opened up my own shelter and sat
happily and warmly in it supping coffee whilst not exactly
a storm but certainly a rain shower passed through.
No interference from offending boots. For
some reason Stan preferred to sit by himself in the
lee of a wall.
and Bryan playing at tents!
the coffee break we headed down to the car by the “race
route”, which we had climbed on BB0618,
without further incident or need for shelter.
weather had not proved too much of an obstacle and the
walk had proved a good and much needed training outing
in preparation for the “big one”, which awaits the arrival
17th July 2008
Ill Bell, High Street,
Crag, Froswick, Ill Bell, Yoke
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- BB0801 :
Avoiding the Graupel;
- BB0802 :
Lyth in the Old Dogs;
Tuesday 22 January
Sunday 27 January
Tony's Memory Lane;
Wednesday 30th January
Thank You Mells
The Langdale Skyline
and a Fell Race!
An Outbreak of Common Sense;
Thursday 21st February
Askham Fell and
the Lowther Estate;
Thanks to the MWIS
Wednesday 19th March
High Street and Kidsty Pike
but no Fairy
Prelude to Spring
Wednesday 2nd April
Spring in Lakeland
Wet, Wet Sleddale to Mosedale Cottage
What's It All About, Tony?
The Hidden Mountain
The Bowland CROW
High Cup Nick:
The Gurt La'al Canyon
The Northern Tip
The Bannisdale Horseshoe
Black, White or Grey Combe?
Thunder on the 555
We'll Give It Five
Thursday 10th July
Shelters from the Storm
The Big Wind-Up
Third (and wettest) Alfie
A Visit to Mud Hall
- BB0828 :
The Tale of Randy Gill
: Mosedale Cottage Revisited
- BskiB08 : Bootski Boys in the Sella Ronda
23rd February - 1st March
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