Highlighted
in yellow are the various titles or snippets taken directly
or slightly amended from the Beatles LP Rubber
Soul. To find out more about the origins of this
album and its name, see
Rubber
Soul History
.
BB1335
: Rubber Sole
Thursday
10th October 2013
Whenever
I think of Bowfell, I can't help morphing the Beatles
Michelle
song:
Bowfell,
ma belle, sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble.......
It
is a fine hill. The highest non-Monro in England,
dominating the upper Langdale valley, the tops of which
we are progressively visiting to fulfill John Hn's objective.
A
few moths back, the logistics of reaching the start
point might have been challenging for a largish and
disparately dwelling BOOTboys
group but now that I can drive
my car,
it is less of a problem. It was great to be back
behind the ferrying wheel, taking the troops to the
Old Dungeon Ghyll National Trust Car Park. Unfortunately
my card for free parking was out of date but luckily
John had a spare. Note to self- check date next time.
The
Band; Crinkles to the left, Bowfell peeping to its right
After
passing a new project for Tony, we set off up the Band
only to be overtaken by a lady fell runner and her dog.
James took one look at her and stated "I
think she's Norwegian.
Would anyone
like to bet on it?" Seeing as there was no chance
of catching her it seemed a rather redundant question.
A
bit further up we saw a shepherd sat with his four dogs.
He explained that he was waiting for his sheep.
They were being brought back from the other side
of the fell. We saw quite a large flock being
driven by a girl.
"Is
there anybody going to listen to my story?"
he asked. Most of us made a hasty departure but
Martin indulged him for a while. until he realised
that he would be there for the duration if he didn't
catch us up fast.
Project
for Tony
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Is
there anybody going to listen to my story?
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All
about the sheep who came to say!
Stan
led us to the climber's traverse where a decision had
to be taken. Whether to proceed to the Great Slab
or take the simpler, less exposed route directly upwards? Stan
explained the difference and told the group "You
have to
think for yourself
which you would be happier doing". I have
been on the Great Slab previously. That was not
the problem. It's the traverse that I don't like
so was quite happy to go directly upwards. "If
you're at all uncertain," I told the others, "Just
say the word and be like me".
I added that although the weather was so
fine, it's sunshine
but the wind was gusting strongly. Roger and James
joined me. John and Martin followed Stan.
The
climbers' traverse
The
Great Slab from above
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James
and Roger on the safe route
The
Slab conquerors
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Our
route was more bouldery than I had anticipated. Awkward
but not dangerous. It was a bit of a surprise
to me that we summitted first. What a viewpoint
it is especially of the two Scafells.
And Blackpool Tower, of course.
Scafell
and Scafell Pike
Looking
south to Blackpool. Can you see the tower?
The
Langdale Valley down to Windermere
We
lunched behind rocks out of the wind just below the
summit then debated where to go next. The consensus
was to drop down to Ore Gap then past Angle Tarn and
up Rossett Pike to claim a second Wainwright, albeit
a relatively minor climb from the tarn.
My
eyes tend to water up in the wind and in such circumstance,
if have remembered to bring them with me, what
goes on are
my balaclava and my goggles. Bryan, were he accompanying
us today, would have despaired and said "You
won't see me
wearing anything like that". But he wasn't
with us and today's team were more understanding.
With
my eyes now non-watery, I had to thank my goggles. "I'm
looking through you
and thanks to your orange tinge the world looks hot
and summery".
I
think some of them were actually secretly jealous.
Flying
without Wings! Geddit?
Rossett
Pike across Angle Tarn
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The
Great Slab from Angle Tarn
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Bowfell
across Angle Tarn
Langdale
Valley from Rossett Pike
Once
we had claimed Rossett Pike, Stan, who doesn't like
to retrace his steps, suggested we continued north-east
to drop down to the Stake Pass watershed. When
I pulled out my map, Stan asked what was I doing? I
explained "I'm
looking. Through you,
we will be going a longer way round. Also you
have to be a bit careful here not to venture directly
east as there are steep drops involved". At
this point we met a youth who also had his map out but
seemed confused, saying " I seem to be going
nowhere,
man".
I explained where he was and the safe way off,
suggesting he came with us. Stan suggested a more
exciting route and somewhat to my surprise and concern
the youth chose that way.
The
Nowhere Man
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Stake
Pass moraines
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Meanwhile,
we continued to the top of the Stake Pass as planned
then began the long descent down to the Old Dungeon
Ghyll. Once out of the wind and into the sun,
what goes on
comes off. Goggles, Balaclava, Gilet, and eventually
gloves.
Stake
Pass col
We
were cracking on when suddenly James called a halt.
He has been away so much this year. I remember
the text he sent me from the plane saying "it's
been a long time, now I'm coming back home, I've
been away now, oh how I'll
be out with you soon". He had gone on to add about
his lack of fitness. That seemed to have returned
today so it was a bit of a surprise when he called "Wait".
What he wanted was another drinks stop so we obliged.
Looking
back up Stakes Pass
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Langdale
Pikes
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Onwards
down the long valley we then walked with increasing
speed as the ODG grew ever nearer. Stan and I
were beginning to race each other. "I can
beat him anytime" he boasted. Roger cheered
me on by shouting "Run
for your life, if you can, little Don".
So I did. Until it dawned on us why they
were so keen on this competition. First to the
bar gets the round in? Suddenly Stan and
I stopped racing. To be fair, James then insisted
it was his round.
The
talk over a pint (or two) turned to us encouraging John
and James to do all the Wainwrights. We looked forward
to being their support team. John's response was touching.
He said that "If
I needed someone to lead, you're the ones that I'd be
thinking of. If I needed someone."
James wasn't in a hurry but conceded that it was
"Something I'd like to do in
my life."
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So
there we are, that's all fourteen of the
Rubber Sole songs somewhat torturously worked
into this report. Some more than once. Did
you spot them all? Answers next time.
But
"Rubber Sole?" I hear you
cry; "Don't you mean Rubber
Soul?"
No.
I don't. ( See
what it says on the album cover, left. )
Given the forecast earlier
in the week of snow, sub-zero temperatures
and frozen ground, I had suggested to the
boys that they bring microspike crampons.
Did
we need them?
No.
All we needed were boots with a rubber
sole!
Don,
10th October 2013
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STATISTICS:
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BB1335
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Date:
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Thursday
10th October 2013
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Distance
in miles:
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10.3
(Garmin GPS)
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Height
climbed in feet:
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3,143
(Memory Map / OS)
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Features:
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Bowfell,
Rossett Pike
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Comitibus:
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Don, James, John Hn, Martin, Roger
B, Stan
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BOOTboys
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discover which Wainwright top was visited on which BB outing
- although it may not be that up to date - see: Which
Wainwright When?
For the latest totals of the mileages and heights (ditto) see: BB Log.
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