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                                    BB2136 
                                    : The Old Men at Coniston 
                                    Wednesday 
                                    2nd November 2021 
                                    If 
                                    you were to ask Uncle Google for the highest 
                                    point in Lancashire you would receive an 
                                    answer along the lines that it is Green 
                                    Hill,   
                                    "... 
                                    a Mountain or Fell in the North West England. 
                                    Its summit is 628 metres above sea level. 
                                    It is located above Cowan Bridge, Lancashire, 
                                    near Kirkby Lonsdale, Cumbria, and Ingleton, 
                                    North Yorkshire. Its summit is about 4 kilometres 
                                    almost due west of the summit of Whernside." 
                                     
                                     In 
                                    other words, just along the ridge from the 
                                    much more interesting Gragareth. 
                        
                            
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                                                 In 
                                                the good old days when Furness 
                                                was "Lancashire over the 
                                                Water", The Old Man of 
                                                Coniston enjoyed the accolade.   
                                                Now 
                                                it doesn't even make the top 
                                                30 of Cumbria's Wainwrights 
                                                which is a shame as it is a 
                                                fine hill and worthy of a much 
                                                higher order of respect. 
                                                I'm 
                                                not sure how many of todays' 
                                                visitors to Consiston were that 
                                                bothered.  Not many I suspect. 
                                                   
                                                They 
                                                were more interested in what 
                                                was happening at what the OS 
                                                says is 151 feet above sea level 
                                                but was rather higher today 
                                                after all the recent rain. 
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                                    It 
                                    is Coniston PowerBoat week and fortunately 
                                    the weather today was rather better than 
                                    when we visited three years ago BB1837. 
                                     Or indeed, three days ago.  We 
                                    were expecting an exciting display. 
                        
                            
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                                                 An 
                                                exciting display we did see 
                                                but it was not that of Powerboats. 
                                                  
                                                By 
                                                the side of the lake there were 
                                                lots of old men proudly showing 
                                                off their vintage motorcycles, 
                                                swapping stories and checking 
                                                out each other's machines.   
                                                Tony got really excited. 
                                                What 
                                                most interested me was the Ariel 
                                                Red Hunter, the like of which 
                                                my big brother owned in the 
                                                1950s and here is a picture 
                                                me astride said beast. 
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                                    There 
                                    were also people stood on the pier hoping 
                                    that there would be some action from the 
                                    Powerboaters.  Eventually the odd one 
                                    did venture onto the water but somehow it 
                                    didn't seem very exciting for onlookers. 
                                     No doubt it would be if you were riding 
                                    one, bobbing up and down on the water at 
                                    100 mph. 
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                                    In 
                                    contrast to 2018, we decided to head along 
                                    the waterlogged path..... 
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                                    ..... 
                                    and around the north end of the lake where 
                                    it was obvious the extent to which it had 
                                    risen.... 
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                                    then walk down the east side.   
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                                    Mostly 
                                    this was not as close to the water as would 
                                    have been the case opposite but at Brantwood 
                                    (Ruskin's house) ..... 
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                                    ..... 
                                    we descended through his garden to the steamer 
                                    pier. 
                                    It 
                                    now being November, the steamer was no longer 
                                    in action (indeed we could see it anchored 
                                    up on the other side of the lake).  Our 
                                    jetty was substantially underwater but we 
                                    did find a dry(ish) seat on which to sit 
                                    and eat our butties. 
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                                    A 
                                    little further on, our plan was to climb 
                                    up through the woods to emerge into the 
                                    open and return to the head of the lake. 
                                     Unfortunately, what we hoped would 
                                    be a pleasant woodland trail had been transformed 
                                    and not for the better.  There had 
                                    obviously been a lot of heavy machinery 
                                    passing through for logging purposes and 
                                    the recent torrential rain had turned their 
                                    deep racks into quagmire.  The photos 
                                    don't show it at its worse- I was just concentrating 
                                    on trying to avoid slipping into the mire. 
                                     Our half hour wading through mud was 
                                    a grim glimpse of what the men on both sides 
                                    must have suffered in the Somme for months 
                                    on end. 
                                    We 
                                    gave up, descended and found a lower, much 
                                    more sensible path that led down to the 
                                    road from which we could see occasional 
                                    boats making their timed runs. 
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                                    Consequently 
                                    our return to Coniston was more-or-less 
                                    the way we had come.  The first, appropriate, 
                                    variant was to visit Donald Cambell's grave. 
                                     The second, inevitable, variant was 
                                    to visit the Black Bull where several old 
                                    men were enjoying their Coniston Bluebird 
                                    beers.  Three more old men joined them. 
                                    Don, 
                                    Wednesday 3rd November 2021 
                          
                         
                                    Let's 
                                    Hear It For Gragareth 
                                    My 
                                    comment about Green Hill being the highest 
                                    point of Lancashire has been challenged 
                                    by long-time BOOTboys 
                                    follower David W.  He writes: 
May I correct you (I think).  The roof of Lancashire is
actually Gragareth, and I can claim a very small part in establishing
that.  
                                     Ten or fifteen years ago we visited Green Hill, and I had noticed
that the Harvey map had a spot height at the southern end that was higher than
the supposed summit at the north.   
                                    On the ground it looked plausible, I
posted it on some relevant website and Alan Dawson, who I think invented
Marilyns, expressed an interest.  Some years later I read that he and
others had been up there and surveyed it.  
                                    I can't remember what the
answer was, but while they were there they had another look at Gragareth and
found a point some distance from the trig that was marginally higher than Green
Hill.   
                                    David 
                                    couldn't find the actual report but has 
                                    supplied a link to a report of the report: 
                                    The 
                                    Relative Hills Of Britain. 
                                    Personally, 
                                    I'm delighted for Gragareth.  It's 
                                    a salutary lesson that not all that Wiki 
                                    tells you is necessarily true. 
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