: It's not the path we follow.....
29th April 2021
“Where are they?” we
wondered. We were on our way up and
knew that they were on their way down. The
paths we were following should have crossed by now. In the
distance, maybe 500 yards away and considerably lower down, I saw a white
hat. I phoned Mike hoping firstly that I’d
get a signal and secondly that he was white hat man. Right on both counts. Slowly his group came into view. Somehow
we had missed each other. The path
they were on was not the one we had followed.
So our covidly secure encounter
was far more secure than envisaged.
Would we meet again? Quite
I should explain that this week
our numbers exceeded that permissible under the Covid regulations so we had two
teams. Stan, TV Mike and & I, the
Red Team, set off early from the Mason’s Arms in an anticlockwise direction. The Blue team, t’other Mike, John, Philip, Stuart & Tony started considerably
later from the Gummer's How car park. They
were following the path Mike had followed
was the reverse circuit. The paths should cross on their northern descent and, as you now know, it was by
the top, we really could see Blackpool Tower.
seemed to be a lot of cows out today. Some
with rather scary horns.
Our circuit led us down to
Simpson Ground Reservoir .....
then east as far as Crag Wood where we turned north
for Cartmel Fell church.
It was near
there that we saw that enigmatic statement:
It's not the path we follow, it's
trail we leave behind
Our paths had not crossed a second time.
To shorten their outing the Blues
had followed one rather shorter. However,
we did end up at the same place, The Mason's Arms (suitably distanced on separate tables of
As for the trail left behind- you can see that on Relive, below.
Thursday 29th April 2021
was a good plan to start with. Leading the Blue team means making allowances. One
might have a backache, another might impose a mileage limit. Yet another might
have a dodgy knee or (true this) an important appointment at the Tap in the
afternoon that cannot be missed.
original plan was for about 9.5 miles and just under 2,000 feet but it was to shrink
drastically. Never mind, it was a beautiful day and, as we waited for one
straggler at the car park, the views north were absolutely stunning. But it was
cold. So a full frontal attack on Gummer's How would warm us up.
we continued north. By the miracles of modern technology and from a suitable
social distance (he's behind you, by half a mile) we saw Don and co going the
other way anti-clockwise on the same route.
stroll through Blake Holme Woods is a delight. In contrast is the fierce
deforestation around Lightwood. An appropriate name. Here we had coffee and
afterwards it was a hop skip and a jump (for some) to the Monument on the top
of Cartmel Fell. Facing south we enjoyed a lush green panorama whilst having
lunch. The original plan would have continued South but someone said “Go west
old men”. So we did. Then it was all downhill from there, by car, to the
And no sooner had we arrived, our socially distanced friends did
too. Well met indeed.
B, Thursday 29th April 2021
Stan, TV Mike
B, Tony, Philip, John, Stuart
miles, 1,132 feet Red:
10.8 miles, 1,865 feet
Relive is short of pictures. My phone
was running very low on juice. I suspect
Relive is a heavy user so what with that
and WhatsApp and Outdoor Map Navigator plus
other things that seem to switch themselves
on when I am not looking, the battery ran
very low. Click on the picture to
Relive our trail.
was bemoaning the recent absence of music
in these reports so proposed the woman with
the most beautiful, powerful voice that
hes ever heard and for whom he would have
left his mother when he was young (before
he met Pat, of course). He hasn't
a clue what she's singing about and doesn't
care. It's Nana Mouskouri singing
in the stream, a little snake comes out
in the stream, the small stream
the mother snake tells to the little snake
Down in the stream, the small stream.
you grow up my son
When you grow up
more happy than me
When you grow up
more happy than me
When you grow up,
oh dear me!
discovered that Nana came from Chania, as
does Danae (Jamie's wife), so I asked
her if the translation was accurate. Danae
confirmed that Uncle Google had done pretty
well. It is about a little
snake that lives in a stream and the mother says how wonderful it will be when
it grows up but also how scary.
mother really likes Nana as does Robin
who confessed that he had been a fan for many years. He
suggests you try Nana’s magical
version of Mark Knopfler’s Why Worry at full volume.
adds that whilst Nana’s is great , no-one does it like
Dire Straits - one of his all-time favourite tracks with its uplifting, healing
also proposed a song from what he considers
Bob Dylan’s best ever album, Desire, from
1975: One More Cup of Coffee
with EmmyLou Harris on backing vocals – "Dylan at
his most enigmatic." To my ear it sounds very Greek influenced.