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BB2012 : Life Is Tough But So
Are You
Wednesday
22nd April 2020
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“How disgusting,” I said to
myself as I approached the Mushroom. Against
the wall I could see what looked like a doggy-poo
bag. What is more, it was no ordinary black poo-bag. It was a pinky sort of red.
"Why can’t people dispose of these things
responsibly?" I ranted. Even kicking the mess
into the long grass where it will decompose in a week is much to be preferred
to leaving it in a bag that will still be there in 3,000 years, long after
everything else has gone.
Then,
as I drew nearer, I realised my
mistake. It wasn’t a poo-bag at
all. It was the remains of something
ceramic. A deep shade of pink with red
and yellow flowers. On it, someone had
painted a slogan to motivate us in these strange times. “Life is tough but so are you”.
It was a cheering message to find at the heart
of our socially distanced target.
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Today was another relay but,
unlike last week where it was done as a conventional round, this one was star-shaped,
or maybe better described as Mushroom-centric.
Each participant would approach the Mushroom from
his chosen direction to be greeted, at a safe
distance, by his waiting colleague.
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The
latter would depart and the former would wait ten minutes or so for the next
arrival and the next hand over.
Regular readers will know
exactly what I mean by the Mushroom but for the avoidance of doubt, I am
referring to the domed, quartered shelter on the top of Scout Scar.
This provides a magnificent vantage
point for the panorama across the Lyth Valley, round from Morecambe Bay and
along the outline of major Lake District fells.
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Mine was the lead-off leg. I arrived from the
south-west Lane Head direction, deliberately
early so that I could travel more of the
length of the scar and still be in good
time at the Mushroom. It was a fine
day, a little hazy but with a bitterly cold,
easterly wind. Fortunately as the
others followed, impressively on schedule
for their handovers, the day warmed up.
Tony came via the Radio Mast and I
departed. Next was Mike T from the
racecourse, then Terry from the same
direction, Stuart from the south, Stan from
Underbarrow Road (dashing off sharpish to
the Racecourse), Bryan from Warriner's Wood
and finally Mike B from Underbarrow ended
the procession. The only significant
route not used was the steep climb from
Barrowfield.
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Don
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Tony
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Mike
T
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Terry
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Stuart
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Stan
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Bryan
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Mike
B
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It
was another enjoyable, rotational, lockdown-compliant
event.
We
arranged to meet in the virtual ZOOMbar
in the evening. Part way though the session,
I had to leave the room. What awaited
me on my return took me completely by surprise.
I blame James. Or maybe John
PL. Whichever, what I saw was quite riotous.
Nine BOOTboys
in full voice:
We're
in the ZOOMbar, BOOTboys' ZOOMbar
We're in
the ZOOMbar, BOOTboys-ay!
We're in the
ZOOMbar, BOOTboys' ZOOMbar
We're in the ZOOMbar,
BOOTboys-ay!
Down
in one, you BOOTboy warrior
Down in one,
you BOOTboy chief
Chief, chief, chief
BOOTboys!
ZOOMbar! ZOOMbar!
BOOTboys!
Life is tough but so are we.
I'll
have one of what it is they're all drinking,
thank you Mr ZOOMbarman.
Don,
Wednesday 22nd April 2020
ZOOMbar Comitibus
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James
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Don
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Terry
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Bryan
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Mike
B
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Martin
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Stan
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John
PL
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Tony
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Mike
T
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