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BB2620 : The
Three Men of Gragareth. Probably.
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Wednesday
17th June 2026
I
arrived at school's Grasmere
Camp, circa 1959 and still in
short trousers, with my Observer's
Book of Weather.
I
was going to be a meteorologist.
It proved a little more
challenging than I thought so,
after two chapters, I put it
away.
Never
forgotten though, it sits on
my shelf, number 22, next to
number 23, Railway Locomotives,
with which I was much more successful.
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Many
years later, I contemplated doing a masters
degree in fluid dynamics which might well
have taken me back into meteorology. However,
I decided that specialising in statistics
had a greater probability of suiting my
character and hence led me in due course
to become the official compiler of records
for the BOOTboys.
Hence
I can tell you with great confidence that
today was our fifth visit to the Three Men
of Gragareth. However, for reasons
you will soon discover, maybe I should have
persevered with my first intended vocation.
I
checked the weather forecast for Kirkby
Lonsdale before Robert and I set off to
meet Robin and Holly at the nice, old fashioned
tea shop at Cowan Bridge.
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Time
11:30. I reckoned that by the time
we had finished our tea and poached eggs,
the odds were that the drizzle would have
stopped and indeed that seemed to be the
case when we emerged.
We
then took the four mile drive up the narrow
lane that ends at Leck Fell House.
At
least I think that is where we were. Strange
but the weather on the hills was a little
different to that in the valley. Perhaps
if I had read chapter three I might have
anticipated fog.
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Undeterred
by the clag, we set off to find the Three
Men of Gragareth. To our credit, we
were pretty accurate in our route finding.
Ahead, on the steep climb, all of
a sudden there they were, laughing at such
mad fools as us.
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Or
were they the Three Ladies? We decided
that they probably were the Men. I
have made a note of their co-ordinates for
future reference. SD 67923 79260.
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Flushed
with success, I proposed that we should
next find the Three Ladies. This was
more or less by instinct but, like their
consorts, they popped up out of the gloom.
I meant, but forgot, to make a note
of their vital statistic.
Now
it was time to complete the climb to the
top of Gragareth. The fog was thinning
somewhat and Robert had an app with a trail
that took us unerringly to the trig point
at what some folk consider to be the highest
point of the current version of Lancashire,
shown on the OS map as being at 627 metres.
However the map suggests that Green
Hill should have that accolade as it was
measured as one metre higher. Our
tests on an earlier outing had been inconclusive,
none-the-less it was a logical target for
us. Or would have been if we could
have seen where we were going. Fortunately
there was an outbreak of that rare thing,
common sense.
What
is the point of traipsing 2 miles across
boggy moorland, not being able to see more
than 100 yards, then having to return?
None, we decided, so headed down to revisit the
Three Ladies .....
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.....
and onwards to the farm track below where,
inevitably by now, the fog was turning into
mist.
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A
little lower and even clearer, yes, in the
far distance we could see Blackpool Tower!
Just. Tuning round, we could
see the Three Men waving us goodbye.
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Finding
the Royal Barn required no navigational
skills. By now, the cars know their own
way there. The more I visit this home
of Kirkby Lonsdale Brewery, the more I like
it and I particularly their "Singletrack"
which is an odd name for an allegedly twice
brewed beer, but there again it was seemingly
designed for mountain bikers. Presumably
for when the fog is too dense for them to
venture forth into the hills.
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The
problem I now have is to determine whether
the rather modest statistics for these three
men (and dog) should qualify as a proper
BOOTboys
walk. I think the Gragareth Three
Men (and the Three Ladies) would say it
should. Probably.
Don,
Thursday 14th May 2026
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