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: In Search Of The Asrai
Wednesday
10th January 2018
Some
very kind people recently gave me
an introduction to the Asrai. Now you may have
never heard of such a creature. Nor had I. An
Asrai is a type of aquatic fairy, approaching four feet
tall and quite slim. She is shy and elusive.
If frightened, she will fade and
turn into pools of water. Seeking to capture
one is fraught with danger as the touch of her cold
wet hand can seriously burn human skin before she melts
away.
What
was further news to me was that Asrai are now to
be found in Cumbria. It is said that they emerge
from the caves above Levers Water. It was our
mission to search them out.
We
were joined on the mission by a new BOOTboy,
BrIan
(not to be confused with BrYan). Start point,
Coniston. Approach via Coppermines Valley.
The
weather seemed nearly perfect for Asrai spotting. Not
raining but with fog on the hills. The Asrai prefer
moonlight but are said to be happy when sitting on rocks
in the lake
in thick mist, provided they are not disturbed.
As
we climbed up the valley we examined a number of mine
openings, though whether they were for copper or not,
I don't know. I don't think they were for Asrai.
Deep
inside one tunnel, which was wet underfoot, was
a submerged section with a rectangular hole dropping
into Lord knows what. Fortunately it was fenced
off so no harm befell us.
Higher
up, we missed a path and consequently wasted too much
time debating which way to proceed. Stan wanted
to climb up by a canyon into an area that looked to
be fed by vertiginous streams in spate. Although
he was adamant that you could go that way, there seemed
no way out and no path was marked on my OS map. Consequently
we continued on to the Boulder Valley trail.
I
was concerned about the sky. The mist seemed to
be clearing which meant that the likelihood of spotting
Asrai was receding. Consequently I dashed ahead
of the group and reached Levers Water just in time to
spot one, sat on a rock like a Lorelei.
I
am not sure if it was the imminence of the sun breaking
through or the noise of my arrival but something alarmed
her and she faded from view.
You
will not be surprised therefore that when the boys arrived,
they treated with scorn my account of what I had witnessed.
It
was confession time. Not, I hasten to say, that
I had been fibbing about the Asrai, but that I accepted
that Stan had been right about his proposed route. Whilst
waiting, I had put my reading glasses on and, lo and
behold, a faint path suddenly appeared on my map. Was
it the work of an Asrai or just my blurry-eyed incompetence?
After
lunching by the side of the tarn, enjoying the swirling
and lifting of the mist, we retreated down Boulder Valley
then continued onwards to cross the Walna Scar Road
and drop down into Coniston where we headed for the
Black Bull.
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And
there, on the bar, what should we see but
an Asrai. Or, to be more precise,
a picture of one posing on a beer pump.
It
seems that the Coniston Brewery people capture
the Asrai as they fade away and the pools
of water into which they turn are then used
to make a rather tasty beer.
The
search for the Asrai was complete.
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Don,
Wednesday 10th January 2018
Comitibus
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Martin, Stan, Robin, Tony, Terry, Brian, Don
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