BB2136
: The Old Men at Coniston
Wednesday
2nd November 2021
If
you were to ask Uncle Google for the highest
point in Lancashire you would receive an
answer along the lines that it is Green
Hill,
"...
a Mountain or Fell in the North West England.
Its summit is 628 metres above sea level.
It is located above Cowan Bridge, Lancashire,
near Kirkby Lonsdale, Cumbria, and Ingleton,
North Yorkshire. Its summit is about 4 kilometres
almost due west of the summit of Whernside."
In
other words, just along the ridge from the
much more interesting Gragareth.
In
the good old days when Furness
was "Lancashire over the
Water", The Old Man of
Coniston enjoyed the accolade.
Now
it doesn't even make the top
30 of Cumbria's Wainwrights
which is a shame as it is a
fine hill and worthy of a much
higher order of respect.
I'm
not sure how many of todays'
visitors to Consiston were that
bothered. Not many I suspect.
They
were more interested in what
was happening at what the OS
says is 151 feet above sea level
but was rather higher today
after all the recent rain.
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It
is Coniston PowerBoat week and fortunately
the weather today was rather better than
when we visited three years ago BB1837.
Or indeed, three days ago. We
were expecting an exciting display.
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An
exciting display we did see
but it was not that of Powerboats.
By
the side of the lake there were
lots of old men proudly showing
off their vintage motorcycles,
swapping stories and checking
out each other's machines.
Tony got really excited.
What
most interested me was the Ariel
Red Hunter, the like of which
my big brother owned in the
1950s and here is a picture
me astride said beast.
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There
were also people stood on the pier hoping
that there would be some action from the
Powerboaters. Eventually the odd one
did venture onto the water but somehow it
didn't seem very exciting for onlookers.
No doubt it would be if you were riding
one, bobbing up and down on the water at
100 mph.
In
contrast to 2018, we decided to head along
the waterlogged path.....
.....
and around the north end of the lake where
it was obvious the extent to which it had
risen....
.....
then walk down the east side.
Mostly
this was not as close to the water as would
have been the case opposite but at Brantwood
(Ruskin's house) .....
.....
we descended through his garden to the steamer
pier.
It
now being November, the steamer was no longer
in action (indeed we could see it anchored
up on the other side of the lake). Our
jetty was substantially underwater but we
did find a dry(ish) seat on which to sit
and eat our butties.
A
little further on, our plan was to climb
up through the woods to emerge into the
open and return to the head of the lake.
Unfortunately, what we hoped would
be a pleasant woodland trail had been transformed
and not for the better. There had
obviously been a lot of heavy machinery
passing through for logging purposes and
the recent torrential rain had turned their
deep racks into quagmire. The photos
don't show it at its worse- I was just concentrating
on trying to avoid slipping into the mire.
Our half hour wading through mud was
a grim glimpse of what the men on both sides
must have suffered in the Somme for months
on end.
We
gave up, descended and found a lower, much
more sensible path that led down to the
road from which we could see occasional
boats making their timed runs.
Consequently
our return to Coniston was more-or-less
the way we had come. The first, appropriate,
variant was to visit Donald Cambell's grave.
The second, inevitable, variant was
to visit the Black Bull where several old
men were enjoying their Coniston Bluebird
beers. Three more old men joined them.
Don,
Wednesday 3rd November 2021
Let's
Hear It For Gragareth
My
comment about Green Hill being the highest
point of Lancashire has been challenged
by long-time BOOTboys
follower David W. He writes:
May I correct you (I think). The roof of Lancashire is
actually Gragareth, and I can claim a very small part in establishing
that.
Ten or fifteen years ago we visited Green Hill, and I had noticed
that the Harvey map had a spot height at the southern end that was higher than
the supposed summit at the north.
On the ground it looked plausible, I
posted it on some relevant website and Alan Dawson, who I think invented
Marilyns, expressed an interest. Some years later I read that he and
others had been up there and surveyed it.
I can't remember what the
answer was, but while they were there they had another look at Gragareth and
found a point some distance from the trig that was marginally higher than Green
Hill.
David
couldn't find the actual report but has
supplied a link to a report of the report:
The
Relative Hills Of Britain.
Personally,
I'm delighted for Gragareth. It's
a salutary lesson that not all that Wiki
tells you is necessarily true.
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