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BB1936
: It Ain't Necessarily So
Wednesday
6th November 2019
How
do you get a lamb, a boar and a cock to
the other side of the river when there is
only room in the boat for two of them? The
problem is that, if left alone, the boar
would drive its tusks into the cock, the
cock would peck out the eyes of the lamb
and the lamb would bleat so loud at the
sight of the boar that the hunter will come
along and shoot it (the boar, not the lamb)!
It is a variant on a classic problem
but fortunately, as things turned out, not
one that bothered us today.
The
Cock is actually a red Herring, if I can
mix fish and fowl. At one time we
thought we would be meeting near the Moor
Cock Inn (no sniggering at the back there,
Smyth minor). However that was the
wrong pub. John meant to say the Fat
Lamb. The target was to be Wild Boar
Fell. Now you understand the menagerie
I can get on with the tale (tail?).
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Or
would have done. The problem
is that, as many have suspected
occurs regularly,
I had written the report the
day before the actual event.
That
evening, I developed a throat
so ravaged that I could do a
passable imitation of Paul Robeson
singing Ol'
Man River.
Come
the morning it was no better
and I had to withdraw.
John
kindly took over the role of
scribe.
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First
thing in the morning we heard that Don was
unable to join us so we decided to meet
at the car park in Sedbergh to plan the
rest of the day. It had been suggested that
butties may not be needed as the weather
forecast indicated an early finish might
be wise. However I was the only one
buttie-less so was contemplating stocking
up at the local shop when Mike announced
he had 6 sausages! Since there were
only 4 of us Mike kindly offered me the
spares to save for my lunch. I was
delighted to accept!
A
20 minute drive towards Kirkby Stephen brought
us to the “The Street” which was our starting
point. [It's
very near the Fat Lamb- Don]
We set off past some surprisingly
grand houses up the slopes towards the Nab.
The weather was much more mild than
expected but that wasn’t to last for long.
On reaching the Nab we encountered
a strong icy wind and sub zero temperatures.
The walk along the ridge was “bracing”
with spectacular views of the Mallerstang
valley. By the time we reached High White
Scar we were enjoying the first snow
of winter.
 
A
very convenient shelter enabled us to stop
for lunch bang on noon but the biting cold
meant it was a short break and we were soon
starting our descent across gentle moorland.
Conditions improved rapidly to reveal splendid
views over the Howgills and a remarkably
clear Arnside Knott to the west.
After
a comitibus photo by the car we returned
to Sedbergh,.....
Back
to my preport! The three creature
problem that did trouble us today was that
of the Hart, the Lion and the Bull. Or
to be more precise, -The White Hart, the
Red Lion or The Black Bull. Sedbergh
pubs. Back
to John.
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where some Welsh Rarebit and a magnificent
log fire at The Black Bull soon warmed us
up. The accompanying beer was excellent
and we quickly engaged in a lively post
walk chat…..about religion!
Which
brings us back to Paul Robeson. The
Things that You're Liable to Read in the
Bible Ain't
Necessarily So.
I confess. The same applies to my
reports!
Don
& John,
Thursday 6th November 2019
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