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: Ten Knobbly Knees
Wednesday 2nd
June 2021
Ne’er
cast a clout till the May is out. Well,
the May was most certainly out. In
profusion. And for the first time
this year lower leg clouts had been cast
and ten knobbly knees (fourteen if you include
Holly) were also out.
After
a bit of fox, goose and haring with the
cars, we set off from Café Ambio
at the 1818 Auction Mart watched by an impressive
line of tractors.
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The
target was Farleton Knot but not, insisted
Tony, by the nose. I sympathised.
It is a brutal way up. Instead
we meandered over the canal and through
fields to Aikbank. I had forgotten
that no trouser leggings meant exposure
to nettles. And brambles. And
tics. And sunburn. And wolf-whistles!
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After
crossing Puddlemire Lane (what a name!)
we found the old quarry track which provided
a reasonably gentle ascent. Certainly
far more civilised than on the other side.
Farleton
Knott is a great view point but today the
weather was a bit hazy. We couldn’t
see Blackpool Tower but TV Mike did identify
the Williamson Monument down at Lancaster.
After
crossing several limestone pavements.....
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.....a
bit of bad navigation on my part led us
to a wall that, once crossed, provided a
good place to stop for lunch. Some
of us had only brought meagre rations as
we were looking forward to the Fish Finger
Baps at Burton-in-Kendal's King’s Arms.
We
were undecided whether to press on to Hutton
Roof Crags. TVM decided it for us.
He told us about a bird sanctuary
that had a viewing platform over the Holme
Park Quarry. The only downside was
that we might have to walk slowly as the
pub didn’t open until 3 p.m..
The
Bird Sanctuary was a revelation. Not
for its birds- we didn’t see much although
there was a lot of twittering (some of it
from the Bboys). Partly it was for
the May which was in full bloom, the gorse
which was almost over but mostly for the
view of the quarry. We hadn’t realised
just how big and active it is.
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In
order to time our arrival at the pub to
perfection we thought we would head through
Curwen Woods and along the canal before
turning up to B-in-K. However we managed
to lose Tony and Stan who had continued
down the road. Robin had brought Holly
but she isn’t a rescue dog so we had to
seek them out on foot. By the time
we were reunited, we realised that the time
lost mean that a revised approach was needed.
Slape Lane.
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This
narrow path led us down into the village
and we arrived at the pub bang on 3 p.m..
A masterpiece of precision. We
had arranged to meet Stephen there and he
too arrived on schedule.
We
then had a serious disappointment. They
were not serving food until 5 p.m.. I
explained, to no avail, that I had taken
the trouble to phone them yesterday and
had been assured that Baps would be served
from 3 p.m. onwards. This contradiction
didn’t put me in a very good mood. However
after the owners of 10 knobbly and two clothed
knees had downed their first pint all was
well with the world once more. Never
mind the baps. Another round please,
Landlord.
Don,
Wednesday 2nd June 2021
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