BB1632
: Sticky Toffee and Other Treats
Wednesday
7th September 2016
Today
was different. Robin had promised to be our tour
guide on a circuit featuring the Sticky Toffee capital
of the world. And what a tour guide he turned
out to be. Not just leading us through beautiful
countryside but enlightening us about the
history of the many features on route. Here is his summary
of the day:
The
day dawned sunny and bright. The BOOTboys
had arranged to meet at The Royal Oak in Lindale, where
although the landlord was happy to let us park, the
pub would be closed for our return. That and the huge
hedge-cutter tractor filling Hollow Lane, the intended
opening climb of the day, caused a swift change of plan
and a scoot over to the lay-by opposite Broughton Lodge,
the Grade 11 listed Georgian Mansion on the road in
to Cartmel.
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Broughton
Lodge
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We
set off across fields toward Old House Wood pausing
to admire the Lodge, built in 1792 by Daye Barker of
Low Wood Gunpowder Works fame.
Crossing over the River
Ea, Robin was able to assert his right as the current
miller of Aynsome to inspect the sluice gate controlling
the flow to Aynsome Mill.
Planted enticingly alongside
the river is the kitchen garden supplying L’Enclume
where the soft fruit was frugally sampled and adjudged
‘très ordinaire’ by the visiting gourmets.
Comitibus: Jonna
with sausages
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Robin
at the sluice wheel
Through
the wood was another culinary surprise, but this time
meeting more enthusiasm than the raspberries, for at
the gate in the field corner stood Jonna holding a foil-wrapped
tray of hot sausages, buttered bread and a pot of ketchup!
Even Tony was stunned into silence – albeit momentarily
- before tucking into at least three of the porkers.
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Having
enjoyed our early brunch and thanking Jonna for improvising
such an enjoyable pop-up café it was up the hill
to Green Bank, stopping briefly to admire four impressive
Friesians of the black horse variety, past Professor
Donald Pigott’s duck statue, along a grassy lane passing
pigs, piglets and what they hoped wasn’t, but we thought
appeared to be a large cylindrical bacon smoker to Beck
Side.
Black
horse Fresians
Piglets
and the .....
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Pigott's
duck
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the smoke house
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From here we trundled up the valley side past
Over Ridge and on up to Speel Bank to the old farmstead.
A number of old curiosities in the tumble-down sheds
drew our attention (but none were recognised as BOOTboys).
Guess
where?
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Old
curiosities
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From here we took the right-hand, westerly path to the
Ellerside escarpment, climbing the wall stile to be
greeted by glorious, far-reaching views across Morecambe
Bay with Ulverston perched in the middle distance.
The
Leven viaduct to Ulverston
Next, across fields to How Barrow where we were waylaid
by the local farmer from Strieber’s on his quad-bike
who had ridden over to “enjoy the craic” he said – and
so we did, sending him cheerfully on his way with good
banter.
Marked by an OS triangulation pillar complete
with crow’s foot benchmark giving datum level above
the Tide Gauge set in Newlyn Harbour wall (i.e. above
Mean Sea Level) and a threaded theodolite mounting brass,
How Barrow is known locally as Mount Barnard.
There
are a number of myths and legends surrounding the 154m
high hill.
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The most popular one locally is that Brother
Barnard planned to build Cartmel Priory on top of How
Barrow but was discouraged by a voice telling him this
was a place of the Old Religion – presumably of nature
and thus pagan, and that God had prepared a place where
the waters flowed north, south, east and west. If you
know where to look around the Priory these flows of
river, stream and spring are to be found!
The
Old Man of Coniston
Descending
to the Cumbria Coastal Way we made our way to Holker
Hall, ancestral home of the Cavendish Family, allegedly
one of the most influential aristocratic families in
England since the 16th century.
At the junction with
the Cistercian Way we saw the false sheep fold hiding
the entry manholes to an underground command bunker,
a relic from WW2.
By now it was well past ‘Tony Time’
and we took an unusually comfortable lunch sitting at
a picnic table in the manicured grounds of the Hall
before making our way via Walton Hall Farm and Cartmel
Racecourse into Cartmel Village.
Cartmel
racecourse
It was hot and we were
getting bothered so Don eased our pain with a cone of
the tastiest sticky toffee pudding ice cream from Cartmel
Sticky Toffee Pudding shop, itself a culinary emporium of fine food where
Tony declared he could start on one side and eat his
way around the shop.
The
Priory from the Racecourse
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The
Sticky Toffee Shop
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We sat on the Fishplates in the
square and slurped our ice creams, Don chatting to a
bearded cyclist from Cark who arrived on a recumbent
bicycle looking very pleased with the world. Does meeting
the BOOTboys
have this effect? Anyway, thank you Don!
Walking past
L’Enclume, recently voted Britain’s finest restaurant
by the GFG, and Tony treated us to a laugh just as a
sous chef emerged from a side door, Tony enquired if
this was the local café he had heard about? The
chef’s face was a picture…..!
The
Priory churchyard was entered from the north side and
we walked around to the main South Entrance and stepped
inside – see Cartmel
Priory.
Working
on the clock at the Priory
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They
fled by night
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Out
onto Priest Lane through the churchyard kissing gate,
past the Old Police Station and Knot House to Pitt Farm
and a struggle up the valley side to Hampsfell Hospice
to take in the poetry, the stone carved Greek inscription
above the hospice door which Don enlightened us was
all about Rosy and Dawn, or something very similar,
and then climbing up the uneven steps to behold that
magnificent 360° view.
The
Coniston - Wetherlam range
Stan
and Robin on the Hospice
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Arnside
via the viaduct
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Finally, along the Cistercian
Way and down to the ancient Hampsfield Hall with its
traditional chimneys and priest hole, once the local
distribution centre and home to shire horses until the
coming of the tractor, and so back to the cars.
In
need of refreshment and deciding to chance our luck
at finding parking spaces in Cartmel we struck lucky
at the Pig & Whistle with two spaces outside the
front door. Well, we weren’t going to turn that welcome
down and welcome too was the pint that Stan treated
us to taken in the beer garden overlooking the sheep
grazing quietly in the early evening sun -
Cheers!
Robin,
Wednesday 7th September 2016
Tony
takes shade
Stan
eats his fingers
Robin
spots Blackpool Tower
Don
hopes the ram doesn't spot him
STATISTICS
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BB1632
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Date:
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Wednesday
7th September 2016
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Distance
in miles:
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13.0
(Garmin)
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Height
climbed in feet:
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1,659
(Memory Map)
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Features:
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Mount
Barnard, Cartmel, Hampsfell
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Comitibus:
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Don, Robin, Stan, Tony
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Map
shown: OS 1:50k
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