BB1808
: The
How, When, Who, Why and The Way
Wednesday
21st March 2018
It’s
confession time. I had an ulterior motive for
choosing today’s route. Thoughts of a more adventurous
outing were ruled out by a weather forecast that said
it would be unpleasantly wet in the afternoon, the higher
the more so. As it happens, that proved not to
be accurate but we weren’t going to take that risk.
So
I proposed a lowish level expedition that would involve
arriving at Gummer’s How from the north, an unusual
direction for this gem of a hill at the south end of
Windermere.
Why? Because of The Way.
What
Way? The
Windermere Way.
Margaret and I are undertaking
this long distance walk in manageable sized chucks along
with friends Cynthia and Ian.
We have progressed
from Ambleside, past Bowness and finished our most recent
leg at Ludderburn Hill, near the Ghyll Head Reservoir.
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The
next target is Gummer’s How but it is not entirely clear
from the OS map how to pass through Blake Holme Plantation
and any other route would be much longer. Surely the
BOOTboys
could solve this problem?
Well,
yes. We, i.e. Terry, Tony and I, did. We
parked at the Mason’s Arms at Strawberry Bank. Tony
was all for staying there for a second breakfast but
we were a bit too early. Instead we set
off north along old trails as far as the Fox Crag Plantation
then took the road left to the Ludderburn Hill junction-
the start point of the next stage of The Windermere
Way.
A
farm track led to a cluster of buildings from which
we headed southish across fields then onto the open
fell of Moor How Park. The path into Blake Holme
Plantation was clear enough and so was its junction
with an east-west path. However we had to search for
the vehicle track, clearly marked on the OS map, heading
south. We did find it but to my surprise it was
well grassed over- it didn’t look as if it had been
used in years- either by vehicles or humans. Nonetheless
we followed it until it vanished in a rather boggy area.
We
pressed on south and suddenly we met up with a well-trodden
path that had come from a little to the east of us.
I must remember that for The
Way. All was now straightforward. This path
led to a ladder stile and then up to Gummer’s How, providing
an open panorama of the Lakeland Hills. Unfortunately,
the air quality wasn’t that great so the photos don’t
do it justice but at least it wasn’t raining.
The
summit cairn is in quite a bad way, whether thanks to
weather or people, I can’t say, but if it has no attention
is could well collapse soon.
I
had targeted to reach there by noon so that Tony could
celebrate with his lunch. It didn’t stop him moaning.
As he had had to get up sooner than normal for
our earlyish start, he complained he should have eaten
an hour ago. Anyway we climbed down behind some
rocks to let him enjoy his butties out of what was now
a cold wind. Terry and I were saving ourselves
for delights yet to come.
We
left the hill on its south side, using what is the normal
approach- the sharp 400 feet climb from the car park
favoured by the Hardy Laing cattle.
We, however, still had a long way to go back to
our car.
After
passing Sow How Farm we turned northeast up to its
lovely tarn.....
..... and then by the smaller Middle Tarn,.....
..... working
our way over to the Monument on Raven’s Barrow.
This
stone structure is also reaching a dangerous state and
it was with some trepidation that I sat on its
stone seat with the crumbling beam over my head.
We
now had a decision to make: whether to head straight
back to the pub along the road or to take the short
detour to Cartmel Fell Church. Although we have
been there several times before, it is too much of a
gem to miss.
In fact we spent so long there that
we nearly left it too late to get back to the Mason’s
Arms in time lunch. And what a burger!
Inches
thick. How Tony resisted the temptation, I don’t
know. Terry and I had no such problem.
So
that was it. Job done. You now know the
Why, the Way, the How and the Who. What I don’t yet
know is the When. Which When? Why, the one
for those Who do the How on the Way. Which Way?
The Windermere Way!
Don,
Wednesday 21st March 2018
The
Manchester Ski Jump
You
may find this hard to believe.
People have scoffed
but it is fact.
In
March 1960, long before Snowdomes and the like, there
was an international ski-jumping competition in England.
And I was there. Watching, not jumping,
I hasten to add.
It
took place in Reddish Vale, near where I used to live.
It was inspired by a couple of Norwegian students,
Erik Hoff and Lari Eie at Manchester University and
was a fund-raising event in aid of World Refugee Year.
Scaffolding
was erected, a ramp built and snow imported from the
Devil's Elbow in Scotland. Competitors included the
Norwegian Ski Jumping Team.
My
memories of the event were first revived when I digitised
my old photos and found this picture taken on my old
Kodak Brownie.
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Then
very recently I discovered a remarkable film posted
on a Facebook site called Growing Up In Reddish. Click
on The
Ski Jump to
see a short video showing the snow being put into place
on the structure followed by the event itself.
What
would " elf 'n'safety " today make of the crowds
being allowed so close to the landing zone?
Watch
out for the man with the umbrella!
Don
There
are more reports and photos of the event at The
Reddish Vale Ski Jump
Steve K:
I was amazed to see
the article about the ski jump! Dad took me and Ken that day and we were
extremely impressed – it was surreal! I too have also often marvelled at this
barmy project!
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Tony R:
The
only safety equipment on the video was a
bobble hat!
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