BB1901
: Shaking Off The Rust
Thursday
4th January 2019
Of
the all hills surrounding Kendal, the least visited
by far (and by people) is Benson Knott (otherwise known
as Hay Fell). This is partly because it is less
obviously accessible but mainly, I suspect, because
there is only one legitimate way up and down so it is
awkward to fit into a circular or linear walk.
Fell
runners might disagree. The Kendal Fell Race goes
a different, more direct route but finding it without
gates being specifically opened for the event is tricky.
Our
objective today (apart from shaking off Christmas rust)
was to defy convention and pursue, if possible, a way
through. To be fair, we have done this before-
the farmer at the south end is believed to be not unsympathetic
but I haven’t had that conversation with him. I
had heard that there was a different way – crossing
over the fell to Fisher Tarn.
We
congregated with Happy New Year greetings and coffee
chez James then left Kendal via what I call the old
Sedbergh Road. Actually it is still called Sedbergh
Road but is no longer the main way to Sedbergh. Confused?
Don’t worry, it is not that important though it
must be to its residents as it contains many of Kendal’s
most stylish houses from the Arts & Crafts period.
At
the edge of the town we turned up a track to Birds Park
Farm and then round to the old town reservoir before
emerging on to Paddy Lane, named after the Irish drovers
that used to use it.
At
the Toll Bar cottage we took the trail that leads vaguely
across fields and up on to the Hay Fell area.
Benson
Knott is actually a pair of summits of almost exactly
the same height divided by a small ravine.
The
marginally lower one provides the better viewpoint over
the Kendal area. Sadly, visibility wasn’t great. It
was time for an early lunch which of course delighted
Tony.
Our
objective now was to find a way over to Fisher Tarn.
The route wasn’t that difficult to navigate but
conditions underfoot were pretty…. No, they definitely
were not pretty. I have never seen so much muck
having been spread over such a large area.
When
I first came to Kendal, Fisher Tarn was still the main
supply of tap water, unflourinated* and tasting good,
but now it is a haven for fishermen.
The
path round is mainly in light woodland away from the
water though there are opportunities to get closer and
see the dam and the bird life.
The
return to James’ was down to the erstwhile Greyhound
Inn, along a different stretch of Paddy Lane then descending
across fields to once again enjoy his kind hospitality.
I
can't say we are entirely rust free yet, but it was
good to legs moving and air into the lungs once again.
Don,
Friday 5th January 2019
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