GLW2212
: We're Going To The Chapel
Sunday
21st August 2022
When
the Dixie
Cups
sang about going to the Chapel,
I don't think it was this one
they had in mind.
If
it were, then they wouldn't
have sung about getting married
but more like:
We're going to the Chapel and
we're going to get our feet
wet.
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The
Chapel in question is that on the appropriately
named Chapel Island in the middle of the
Leven Estuary in Morecambe Bay. There
has been a chapel there since the 14th Century
but it wasn't this one. The original
was built for the local fishermen and for
the Augustine Monks to pray for safe passage
across the bay with its treacherous quicksands.
It wasn't even then called Chapel
Island but was known as Harlesyde Isle.
It was given its present name by Mrs
Ann Radcliffe in her book "Observations
during a Tour of the Lakes", published
in 1795.
The
present chapel ruin is in fact a folly.
It was built in the 1820s by Colonel
Thomas Richard Gale Braddyll to enhance
the view from Conishead Priory.
The
island nearly had a railway station when
George Stephenson was considering alternatives
to the hilly route over Shap Fell. Far
from being by train or other motorised vehicle,
our visit was to be by foot, wading through
the River Leven at low tide.
About
200 people (and nearly as many dogs) set
off from Sand Gate Farm near Flookburgh
on a charity walk in aid of St John's Hospice.
When
we reached Lenibrick Point we turned west
and stepped onto the sands.
Some
folk went barefoot, others (like us) chose
to keep shoes on. The strategy was
soon tested when we had to ford a channel.
Your shoes get wet, your feet get
wet, but what's the problem? Your
skin is waterproof.
It
is quite a sensation standing on the sands,
a mile out from the shore with the distant
Lakeland Hills to the north.....
.....
and, to the south, sand as far as the eye
can see, broken only by odd channels of
water.
After
an hour or so and two or three wadings we
arrived at Chapel Island.
This
weekend has been the first time this year
that people have been allowed onto the island
as it is protected whilst the birds are
nesting.
The
island is quite overgown and it is difficult
to see the folly. I climbed the small
cliff ....
....
and found it surrounded by small trees.
However the main attributes of the
island are the distant view of the hills
.....
.....
and the hint of sea a long way off.
I
was not at all surprised when a group of
ladies started looking admiringly at me.
Quite understandable, I thought. It
came as a bit of a shock to discover that
it was the carving on the rock on which
I was sat that interested them. J
K Manning 2008. They seemed to know
who he was. Uncle Google doesn't.
After
half an hour the group set off on its return.
The
channels seemed a little deeper now. The
tide was on the turn.
An
hour later we were back on terra firma.
It had been quite an experience. We'd
been to the Chapel and we had got our feet
wet! But it was worth it.
Don,
Sunday 21st August 2022
A
more detailed and erudite account of a Castle
Island visit from the other (and seemingly
scarier) side can be found at Peter Caton's
No Boat Required.
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