Up
The Pipeline 01
: Caton to Gressingham
13th
January 2014
Change
of plan. Despite what is said on the introductory
page TW00,
I thought I was going to get Don's Way and start from
Thirlmere. However, commencing in mid-January
is not the best time for steep climbs from Thirlmere
up to Grisedale Tarn so a change of plan was needed.
We had already come to the conclusion that the
earlier parts of the Way (i.e. the southern stages if
following the book) would be logistically difficult
and possibly might not be that interesting. Ian
had proposed starting from Hutton Roof which had great
logic as that is where they live.
However,
a quick perusal of Tim Cappelli's guidebook made everything
crystal clear. Here is what he said:
If
you buy this book and never do the whole way, at least
do Day 6 otherwise you will have really missed out.
This
kicks off from Caton. So Up The Pipeline it is,
starting from Caton though not, as per the book,
to Kirkby Lonsdale. Why not? Well, Cappelli
confesses that had he been able to find accommodation,
he would have stopped at Hutton Roof and not KL thereby
saving 4 miles off the Way. Add that to the fact
that Ian and Cynthia do have a bed there, Kirkby Lonsdale
will have to miss the pleasure of our company on this
walk. Finally, we didn't have enough day (or energy)
to do 16 miles so Gressingham was our objective.
The
worrying factor before setting off was what conditions
were likely to be under foot. After all the rain in
the last few weeks in which it seemed like half of England
was flooded (not us, thankfully) plus another overnight
drenching, what would paths alongside the River Lune
be like? Quagmires? Submerged? Or
just perfect to start a long distance walk?
Actually
it was really nice and sunny. Full of joy and
anticipation, I looked at my lovely wife burst into
the old song Ma
belle Marguerite. Be
sure to click on the photo to get the full effect.
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Oh, Ma belle Marguerite
Oh, So beautiful to see
Oh,
Les mains de ma petite
Marguerite pick the grapes with me
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A
second verse then sprang into my mind and seemed rather
appropriate for today:
Oh! Up the Peep-a-leen-ah
Oh!
Ma Marguerite and me
Oh! Up the Peep-a-leen-ah
Ian
'n'
Cynthia 'n' Brora aussi!
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So
off Peepaleening we all went (Brora is Ian's dog) starting from the car park
at Caton with our immaculate ladies. Not that
they would stay immaculate for long, given all the mud through
which we were yet to trod.
The
Immaculate Ladies
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The
old railway track
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First
we had to cross the River Lune so along the old railway
track we trod to the river bridge which seems to be
being gentrified. Although unsupported by the
OS map, the author calls this stretch the Crook o'Lune
although I thought that was up near Sedbergh. Perhaps
there is one in each county?
The
road bridge
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The
railway bridge
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At
the other side of the bridge was a strange and obviously
fairly new stone that seemed to commemorate the Pendle
Witches. Just why it was there baffled us. Pendle
is way south.
Witch
craft.....
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400
years ago?
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We
walked, sometimes trudged, along the north bank, reaching
the pipeline bridge about a mile upstream.
River
Lune
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Pipeline
bridge in the distance
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Approaching
the bridge
This
was to be our only encounter with the pipeline on this
stage but no doubt we shall see much more of it in due
course.
Our
Way led on along the river bank, although we cheated
somewhat at what could also be called a Crook o'Lune;
a much bigger one. The Meander o'Lune? Rather then
follow the very boggy trail by the river, we took
an equally boggy but short cut alongside Burton Wood.
On
the bridge
Shepherds
mobile hut
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Big
meander
Ian
photographs the dead tree
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Team
photo Burton Wood
Brora
enjoys a paddling pool
By
Aughton, we were back on Way and getting even muddier
and muckier at The Snab where the cows had been having
lots of fun in the corner where the footpath entered
the field.
Glorious
mud
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Mud
farm
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Isle
de Lune
Summerhouse
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Geese
low and high
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Soon
after another mud bath, we left the riverside and headed up the lane
to the pleasant little village of Gressingham where
our transport awaited us.
By
now, the weather was starting to go off but
the forecast rain had not yet set in. We had judged
the length and timing of the first stage perfectly.
Guide
book done good. Since it was first published in
1992, inevitably some things have changed. Nevertheless,
the instructions for today were pretty clear.
We
were on our Way. We were Up the Peep-a-leen-ah.
Don,
13th January 2014
Distance:
6.1 miles Climbed: 534 feet
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