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: I Can Gather All The News I Need.....
Thursday
March
8th 2018
I
get the news I need on the weather report.
I
can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
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So
sang Paul Simon, anticipating by many years the simple
needs of the BOOTboys
not for New York but for the Lakeland Fells. The
trouble is that the weather reports or, to be more precise,
the forecasts can be contradictory- even from the same
organisation. Even from Britain’s Meteorological
Office.
The
Met Office Mountain Information Service for the Lake
District threatened us with a 60% chance of rain at midday and 40% at 3 p.m..
On
the other hand, the Met Office’s Mountain Forecast said 20% chance of rain at midday
and less than 5% throughout the afternoon.
So
which should we believe?
The
9 a.m. reality looked to be much closer to the latter’s
forecast but dare we take the risk? So instead
of going high we opted for an old favourite- Wansfell
(visit number 15, putting it back into joint 1st place).
We decided to start from Troutbeck, in glorious
sunshine, and go anti-clockwise for a change. That
was until Stan realised that he had forgotten his rucksac.
And more importantly his butties. We did
offer to share ours but he hit on the very sensible
idea of calling at the Old Post Office café in
Troutbeck to purchase supplies. The only problem
was that it was not open. It was, after all, still
early. However, this had set us off on a clockwise
route which would mean that we would pass through Ambleside
where he could stock up.
It
was a pleasant, undulating stroll along Robin Lane and
through Skelghyll woods down to Ambleside where Stan
did stock up. The load of course had to be shared
by his companions. Somehow I missed the added
burden!
The
climb out of the town is quite steep but rather than
follow the road we opted to go up the more interesting
route by Stockghyll Force before reaching the gate onto
the fellside.
The climb from there to the Wansfell
summit is also steep but mostly very well paved with
rock steps. There were a few awkward places where
the track was snowed and iced up but no great problem.
Objective
achieved, we settled down out of the wind for our lunch
stop, watched by an envious raven that was hoping for
some leftover crumbs.
The
descent to Troutbeck was without incident
but at the bottom we had a dilemma. Whether to
go to the Mortal Man for a bevvy or to the Old Post
Office for tea and cake? Regular readers may be
surprised to learn we opted for the latter. The
only problem was that when we arrived at the Old Post
Office café, it was still shut.
Never
mind, we thought. We will jump in the cars and
head off to our old favourite post walk refreshment
village- Staveley. When we arrived we had a dilemma.
Whether to go to the Brewery for a bevvy or to
the Eclec café for tea and cake? Regular
readers may be surprised to learn that we opted for
the latter. Fortunately, this café was
open.
This
was the second time this week I had been
there.
On
the first, something very strange happened.
We
(Margaret and I) were confronted by a penguin
that insisted on coming home with us.
Yes,
it is a rather oddball café. Would
a similar occurrence happen this time?
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The
Met Office Forecast for the Mountain had proved more
accurate than the Met Office Mountain Forecast. There
we no more penguins to be seen. I suspect they
had got all the news they needed from the weather reports
and had moved on to a more suitable clime- the cold
and snowy sort the Bryan relishes.
Which
leads on to how Bryan Braved The Beast.
Don,
Thursday 8th March 2018
Bryan
Braves The Beast
Whilst
other BOOTboys
composed their excuses, the only one brave enough to
challenge the Beast from the East last week was, of
course, Bryan. He reports:
My trip around the Scars after a "walking school
run" proved to be quite challenging. The snow had been stripped off the open parts of
the Scars and deposited in quite big drifts against walls and in hollows.
The wind was strong – I recorded a gust of
52.4 mph next to the trig column, with an average of 41 mph over a minute.
And it was cold. I huddled in the corner of the
mushroom and took my gloves off to put the stove on. Two minutes later I could
barely feel them!
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I
had to expand the left hand photo below to see what
it actually is. Remarkable.
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