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: It's Records Week
Wednesday
31st October 2018
Coniston
Water is probably best known for the exploits
of Malcolm Campbell and his son Donald with
their powerboats and, in particular, the
death of Donald in his world record attempt
in 1967.
The
powerboating tradition lives on. This
week has been a very busy one on the lake.
The air has been filled with the buzzes,
growls, roars and screams of Powerboats.
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It
is Records week. The 48th Annual Powerboat Records
Week to be precise, although not all have been on Coniston
Water. Before the National Parks Authority stepped
in, it used to be held on Windermere.
Today
was Day 3, not that Day 3 held any particular significance
for us. We were seeking another opportunity to
join Martin on his comeback trail. Mike had alerted
us to the fact it was Records Week so it seem a good
idea to combine a visit with a gentle climb up to the
Walna Scar Road and back. That would fit Martin's
criteria of less than 10 miles and 2,000 feet.
Contrary
to the forecast, it was a lovely morning as a small
crowd gathered at the Bluebird cafe by the water's edge
where the boats were parked. The first record
to be broken was by us. We had the largest assembly
of BOOTboys,
other than at special events, for over seven years.
Ten of us gathered to watch the action. Those
who arrived early saw some runs. One big beast
with two huge engines had already done its business
and was off home.
However,
by the time our numbers were complete, there was not
a lot happening other than in the café.
So we stopped there for a while. It was
still slow going when we emerged. We decided to
head on past Coniston Hall and down the lake, otherwise
we weren't going to get anywhere.
As
we walked along two things happened.
First,
boats started to appear (including the old steam powered
gondola), make a lot of noise then charge up and down
the lake.
Second,
rain started to appear when it shouldn't have done.
The
further south we went, the more boats we saw and the
wetter we became.
There
was one particular boat that caught our imagination.
I had seen it out of the water and just thought
it was an ordinary quad bike. However, put it
in the water, turn the wheels up through 90 degrees
and it becomes a jet ski. Magic!
At
Torver Commons Wood we decreed that it was time to leave
the lake and make for the hill. Part way through
the wood we heard a familiar sound. "It's
twelve o'clock. Where are we stopping for lunch?"
Regular readers will deduce, correctly, that Tony
was with us. I have to say that I was a little
surprised at the question given that it had been a late
start, further delayed by the coffee stop but a man's
gotta do what a man's gotta do. In Tony's case,
eat at noon.
We
decided to press on to Torver where, across the fields,
we could see St Luke's Church.
It
might be a little sacrilegious but we figured that if
we made an appropriate donation to church funds we would
be forgiven for using its seats for food and shelter.
However,
the door was locked. Dilemma. There was
room in the porch for maybe six of us. Or there
were two nearby bus shelters with room for maybe eight
of us in total. Or there was the Church House
Inn where, through the window we could see a welcoming
lounge with log fire blazing. So which option
do you think we chose?
Wrong!
We spread ourselves between the three shelters.
Well, we had brought provisions and we couldn't
eat those in the pub.
I
did sense a little bit of criticism coming my way for
not anticipating a pub lunch so I had to point out that
if we hadn't stopped for coffee at the outset, we'd
have been up on the Walna Road by now.
Once
the butties had been consumed, strangely there was no
enthusiasm for continuing with the original plan. Indeed
there was some talk of catching the first bus that came
along, irrespective of which direction it was heading.
However, common sense took over and we returned
to Coniston by more or less the same route as we had
arrived.
It
was still raining. Not heavily but persistently.
We decided to enter the Crown Inn to dry off and
see if any other activity took our fancy which of course
it did. When a second round was suggested something
totally unexpected happened. Tony, yes Tony of all people,
declined.
Now
there's a record!
Don,
Wednesday 31st October 2018
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