BB1910 : BOOTboys 7, Gareth 0
Wednesday
13th March 2019
What a coincidence.
Last night Manchester City beat Shalke 7-0 and today BOOTboys beat
Hurricane Gareth by the same score.
We weren’t that confident at the start. Hesitatingly, the seven of us met at the
Sizergh Castle café wondering if we dare even start the match. A quick coffee summoned up the blood and off
we set, tentatively negotiating the flooded field.
We weren’t sure if
we would survive beyond Helsington Church.
Gareth was doing his best to discourage us as we came out onto the open
fellside. However, it just made us more
determined. Onwards, northwards along
Scout Scar we decided, bravely.
Stan used his intimate knowledge
of the terrain, born out of decades of fell-running
the scars, to steer us on a course that
protected us from the worst of Gareth’s efforts but sooner or later we had to
face his full might. He was doing his damnedest but we have
faced harder opponents. I remember severe
facial distortion on the Gatescarth Pass and even worse days on Whinfell and Helm. Nonetheless,
my eyes were watering
with ice-cream head but we pressed on, battling up to half-time
at the Mushroom shelter where we sucked our orange slices.
Changing
ends, we turned back south. Gareth
altered his tactics. Now he was attacking us
from the side but he was tiring. Suddenly, he gave up
and conceded defeat.
To
celebrate victory, we took the path that descends a
gap in the cliffs.....
then through the farms and woods to the
Wheatsheaf at Brigsteer.
What
followed after leaving the pub was a journey of
discoveries. First, a field full of ancient tractors waiting for Tony
to restore them.
Then
Mike took us through more
woods to a hide that he had discovered.
The sort of hide used to watch birds,
not escape hurricanes though you could use it for that.
The valley was under a lot of water.
When you lifted a flap you could see plenty of birds
making the most of it.
According
to the chart there had been buzzards and curlews and
snipes and herons and a whole lot more visiting. However,
apart from lots of ducks, I couldn't tell you what we
saw except that the swan was a white one, not the black
one that had been spotted.
All that remained for
us was to climb back up through Brigsteer Park Wood
(more of a challenge than we expected) then amble along the bridle path back to the
cars at Sizergh.
The seven of us. No more Gareth.
7-0 to the BOOTboys.
Don,
Wednesday 13th March 2019
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