BB2521
: WWW.BOOTBOYS.COM
Wednesday
11th June 2005
This report is all about WWW.BOOTBOYS.COM. If you were to try and visit the
web page in
the normal way, you might get a message like “Attackers can see and change
information that you send or receive from the site” followed by “This page
isn’t working”. Further research will
tell you that it is available for purchase for only £77.99.
Alternatively you can consider my version of
WWW.BOOTBOYS.COM.
Where shall we start? Well, “BOOTBOYS” is obvious, isn’t it? That’s us, though I prefer its presentation
to be BOOTboys.
Next, “.COM”. Clearly this is an abbreviation for the word
“Comitibus”. As a reminder to those who
wonder why we use this term, it’s purloined from a poem by Hugh Sidgwick
called “Comitibus or Companions of the Boot”.
Its opening and closing stanzas read:
You who walked the ways with me
On hill and plain and hollow;
I ask your pardon, frank and free,
For all the things that follow.
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For aught it has of wit or truth
I reckon you my creditors;
Its dullness, errors, want of taste
Inconsequence, may all be placed
To my account, the editor's.
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You
can read the full poem and more about its remarkable author by clicking on:

But what about the WWW? It’s definitely not the World Wide Web nor
anything to do with Berners-Lee. It’s
something more tangible. All should
become clear as I take you on today’s adventure.
It was Mike B who suggested we
should explore the new footpath on the west side of Windermere. A bit of research led us to think that we
should park at Newby Bridge then go over the hill to Finsthwaite and on up to High
Dam. We would then drop down to the YMCA
Centre where the path begins (or ends) on its way to (or from) Lakeside (or
Newby Bridge).
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It was a glorious morning and
after short climb through the woods we were able to enjoy the fields leading to
Finsthwaite and, in particular, its unusual church.
There was a challenge on the way,
however. The final field, which is a
legitimate footpath, contained bullocks, heifers with calves and one mighty
bull. Exactly what you are told to
avoid.
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Fortunately, we were able to bypass
them via an adjacent field.

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In
the churchyard, Tony was anxious to show
us the
grave of Clementina Johannes Sobieski Douglas with its ambiguous statement:
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BEHOLD
THY KING COMETH
Ambiguous, as she was the
illegitimate daughter of the Young Pretender, Bonnie Prince Charlie. Allegedly.
You can read more about her at the Cumbrian
Princess.
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We completed the climb to the High
Dam reservoir, looking as pretty as ever.....
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then sought the informal path that would
take us down to the YMCA Centre. This
led us steeply down, alongside a stream, passing some climbing rocks, before eventually
reaching the road.
At the coach park entrance to
the Centre was a sign for the new path which we followed southwards for some
distance. It is well surfaced, suitable
for wheelchairs but somewhat disappointing in its views; in particular, the
lack of sight of Windermere. We did however see the Bobbin Mill.
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Partway along to Lakeside we
lost the path so had a rather exposed road slog for some distance. I then noticed that there was a path on the
other side of the wall and an access gate.
Unfortunately, by this time Mike and Stuart were so far ahead that
despite Stan’s best efforts to persuade them to come back, they insisted on
pressing on. “See you at Lakeside” they
said. Or at least we thought they
did.
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When we reached Lakeside they were
nowhere to be seen. A telephone call
established that they were at the other side of the hotel. At least we thought that is what they
said. As
we were on the south side, they must surely
be somewhere to its north. Consequently we waited for them,
enjoying the stunning view up and across the lake. After a while, I decided I would buy Tony and
Ian and me an ice cream. Stan didn’t
want one. Once the cones were filled, I
was embarrassed to discover they didn’t accept real money. Only cards.
Fortunately Ian was able to rescue the day. Still the other two hadn’t turned up.
A while later, when ice creams were
finished, we tried telephone contact again.
“Oh, we are at Newby Bridge, having a pint at the Swan.” Clearly, something had gone amiss in the
communications and we had another mile to go before we were able to join
them. Fortunately this, the original
path, is a much more pleasant experience, with lake, river and hill views plus
the steam engine.
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As we approached the
Swan, we could see them sat in the sun, quaffing their ale, so of course we
could join them to complete the WWW.
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“OK, tell us, what is WWW”, I
hear your demand, if you haven’t already guessed. Quite simply, it’s the new WEST
WINDERMERE WAY.
Don,
Wednesday 11th June 2025
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