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BB2538 : All
The News I Need
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Thursday
23rd October 2025
There’s
a line from a Paul Simon song
that has often resonated with
me, especially as the world
situation gets increasingly
scary.
I
get all the news I need on the
weather report.
I
couldn’t help but think about
that line today for two very
different reasons.
Firstly,
and this hadn’t previously occurred
to me, it doesn’t make sense
unless you are concerned about
the current weather elsewhere.
It
should say:
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I
get all the information I need from the
weather forecast.
OK,
it doesn’t exactly scan too well but it
is what I wanted it to mean.
Secondly,
the weather forecasts this week for today
have been totally contradictory. BBC
progressively moved from forecasting a superb
cloudless day to one with showers but then
backed off to mid-morning mist followed
by some sun. Met Office on the other
hand began with a very pessimistic heavy
rain all day prediction. This progressively
eased to light rain, then sun and clouds
before changing tack again to fog all morning.
Or
as the only living boy in New York carried
on to say:
Half
of the time we're gone, but we don't know
where, And we don't know where!
Come
the day, both forecasters were wrong but
the BBC was by far the closer to the actuality
which I find surprising as I thought the
BBC had reverted to using the Met Office’s
predictions. Seemingly not so.
Because
of the uncertainty, we had chosen a route
with various options depending on which
organisation was right. Start point
was the Potter Fell Lane near that unusual
quartered mound.
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We
climbed the bridle path. In the distance,
well away from the A6, is a building that
has long baffled me. The OS maps are
no help. Anyone know what it is?
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The
signs led us down through Garnet Bridge
Wood, kicking up the leaves of course, Mark
Wynter
style.
Following
a brief inspection of the hamlet, bi yec
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we turned north, parallel to the River Sprint,.....
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passing a small tarn.....
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and some very handsome rams,
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as far as Nether House Farm. Here
we headed off onto the moors.
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The
twin tops of Potter Fell looked as dreary
as they actually are.

As
the half-promised rain had not materialised
(although Mike thought he felt one drop)
we decided that the Brunt How trig point
had to be visited, where the views were
much better.
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Rain
could be seen near the estuary but not near
us, fortunately.
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Road
was reached at Brunt How Farm then, after
passing the private graveyard at Littlewood
Farm, we turned west to start our ascent
to Potter Tarn where the distant views were
impressive.
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Normally
we, or at least Stan and I, don’t like to
stop before we have achieved our objective
but, as we had been 7 miles without a break,
we took shelter from the cold wind to eat
at the tarn’s weir outflow.
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Fortunately,
the water drops down through the cracks
in the concrete before reaching the seats
so conveniently placed for us.
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The
final climb was the short one to Gurnal
Dubbs.
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I
thought circling round on the north side
would be the more attractive option but
now I’m not so sure. Whichever, it
is a lovely little reservoir but, unlike
my daughter, you won’t get me wild swimming
there. Or anywhere for that matter!
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All
that remained was to stop at the Low Taggleshaw
enclosure sign (reported on in detail in
BB1621
: Unfinished Business
),.....
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then stroll back down the track with the
Howgills in clear sight.
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Now
for the big decision of the day. It
was too early to go to the Tap so who should
have the benefit of our custom? We
decided on the Duke but it took so long
to get served. How many times were
we told "I'll be with you in a minute"?
We
were on the point of seeing if the Tap might
open early when at last the minute was up
and we received the attention we merited.
The
barmaid asked “What have you been
doing today?”
“You’ll
have to wait to find out,” I replied then
burst into song.
“You’ll
get all the news you need in the BOOTboys
report.”
Don,
Thursday 23rd October 2025
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