BB1201
: The Eleventh Day of Christmas
Thursday
5th January 2012
I
have long been confused as to which day is the twelfth
day of Christmas and was relieved to discover that even
learned ecclesiastic tomes differ in this respect. The
consensus seems to be that twelfth night precedes
the twelfth day (a fact that had escaped me) which means
that the evening of 5th December is Twelfth Night.
Why
then is the old saying "as surely as night follows
day" rather than the other way round?
Tomorrow
(6th) is the last day of the Christmas festivities,
formerly (and still in parts of Europe) observed as a
time of merrymaking.
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This
is reflected in the old song about the twelve
days of Christmas starting with the Partridge
in the Pear Tree and ending with Twelve
Drummers Drumming, each of which represents
an ecclesiastical
allegory.
Perhaps today's report should have
been called Eleven Pipers Piping
except there were only six of us. Six
geese a-laying and its implied reference
to the six days of creation definitely didn't
feel right.
There
is of course an alternative version of the
song that
refers to My Lord Montague of Beaulieu but
we will pass over that and his five choir
boys to spare those of a more delicate nature.
Anyway, it had no relevance to what
we were doing!
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So,
what did we do to mark the eleventh day?
For
the first time in BOOTboys' history, as far as I can recall,
today we had alternative routes planned from the outset,
allowing for mixed levels of capability or ambition.
It seems cruel to call them the A and B routes
but for convenience rather than determining superiority,
those are the terms I shall use. Both started
at the Staveley Mill Yard but one (A) did a circular
tour of the lower Kentmere valley whilst the other (B)
finished at a car left strategically part way round.
With the exception of John (it was his car), whose knee
limits him to around 6 miles, there was no predetermination
of who would do what.
After
the seemingly continuous heavy rain over the holiday
period, it was a relief to find that the forecast was
for a half decent day albeit with strong winds. Come
the morning, however, things were a little different.
i.e. worse. i.e. rather wet! Again! And
by strong winds, read up to 80 mph on the fell tops.
But
we were not planning to go that high. Our route
was principally that which we would have undertaken
had we not had to abort our Christmas party outing due
to, yes, rain and high winds!
At
least the weather forecast promised that there was no
risk of ..... "Strong Sunshine". Oh, good!
Fortunately,
by the time we had shifted the cars, the sun did start
to come out and it proved to be an increasingly nice
day, albeit, as promised, rather windy.
The
Millennium Bridge
Crossing
the river by the Millennium bridge, we trudged east
across some remarkably wet fields, emerging onto the
road by the Sewage Works!
Remarkably
wet fields
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The
waterfall
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Lovely!
We
took the track heading north crossing the beck near
the waterfall and continued on the side of the fell
rather further than I had intended. Instead of
turning down to Birk Field we emerged on the back road
through Littlewood farm with its interesting collection
of ducks, geese, horses and eggs.
A
horsey greeting
A
barn for James
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Eggs
for sale
Belted
Galloways
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We
passed a barn that James seemed keen on converting and
then by some Belted Galloway cows, an increasingly common
sight around South Lakeland. In the distance we
could see the Coniston and Langdale fells well coated
with snow.
The
view to the west
Our
way led us north to High House and then west across
the fields to take lunch sheltered form the wind and
from the Shetland ponies. One poked its head through
the hole in the wall and was rewarded with my apple.
When we crossed over, they were very inquisitive
and came to say hello then accompanied us down to the
next stile.
A
guest for lunch
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The
Shetland family.....
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....
saying hello
There
was now a superb view up to the fells circling the upper
Kentmere valley.
Upper
Kentmere valley and fells
On
reaching Park House, we took the track north, along
the side of Hall Beck, before heading east over the
hill, where I had a panic. I could not find my
camera and was convinced I had dropped it. I searched
all my pockets twice and was about to lead everybody
back on a search party. Stan asked that I checked
my pockets again but it still wasn't there. However,
it had miraculously then appeared with the strap round
my neck and the camera dangling down my chest. How
it got there I don't know but it was a relieved Don
that dropped down through the strangely named H P Plantation.
Hall
Beck
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H
P Plantation.
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On
to Ullthwaite bridge where we stopped as usual for the
team photo. We must have taken more there than
anywhere else. James wanted an alternative one
so here it is.
Comitibus: Ullthwaite
Bridge
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The
alternative team picture.
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After
a path that resembled a stream by the side of the river,
we reached Browfoot where John opted out as planned.
The rest of the party continued the A walk around
Hugill Fell, past Williamson's monument which was accompanied
by the moon in a totally clear sky. There was
still a bit of cloud on the hills to the west, however.
Path
or stream?
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The
monument and the moon.
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Crinkles
and Langdales
As
the sun was threatening to set, we dropped down to the
A591.
Sunset
approaching
From
here it was an easy walk back to the Mill Yard to end
the day where we started. Or
to be more precise, unlike the start, inside the Beer
Hall where John was patiently waiting for us. The
beer slipped down easily and the eleventh day could
easily have turned into the twelfth night before leaving
but wiser heads prevailed.
We
hope you had as good an eleventh day. Happy
New Year!
Don,
Thursday 5th January 2012
To
Thine Own Self Be True
With
regard to my quotation "as surely as night follows
day",
Philip sent me an e-mail "Just for clarification":
The
saying you allude to in the opening part to your BB
report is, in fact, based upon a quotation in Hamlet,
Act Scene III:
Polonius
to Laetes: "This
above all to thine ownself be true and it must follow,
as the night the day, thou can'st not then be false
to any man"
My
only further observation, other than thanking Philip
for the clarification, is that as the night follows
the day, equally so the day the night!
Dreek,
Dreich or Dricht?
Guy
W wrote regarding What
a Grey Day confirming
that HMc's complaint was misplaced. To see why
I told Henry "Up Yers" click on Dreek,
Dreich or Dricht.
Bliadhna
mhath ur
True
to his nature, Henry would not take defeat lying down
and has fought back with a strong defence of Dreich,
invoking in evidence two BOOTboys.
See
Bliadhna
mhath ur
for
Henry's impassioned argument plus additional evidence
to the contrary.
STATISTICS:
BB1201
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Thursday
5th January 2012
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Distance
in miles:
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9.5
(John 6.5)
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Height
climbed in feet:
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1,420
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Wainwrights:
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-
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Other
Features:
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Lower
Kentmere valley
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Comitibus:
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Don, James, John L, Philip, Stan, Tony,
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BOOTboys
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should work with most mapping software. You can follow
our route in detail by downloading BB1201.
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see which Wainwright top (excluding Outlying Fells)
was visited on which BB outing
see Which
Wainwright When?
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