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: Out Like A Lamb?
Thursday
31st March 2022
When
I observed that it was the last day of March
and that we should do something associated
with “In like a Lion, Out like a Lamb”,
Martin came up with the excellent
suggest of our target being Helm Crag. In
case you don’t see the relevance, I should
explain that it is generally better known
as the Lion and the Lamb, overlooking Grasmere
(although there is a second Lion and the
Lamb, a touch taller, a few metres to the
north overlooking Dunmail Raise).
Unfortunately
no-one had reminded the weather gods how
they were supposed to behave. The
Lamb was likely to have full need of its
winter fleece.
Consequently
we had to dream up alternatives to satisfy
the theme. Ramsbottom is too far away
to contemplate. Mutton Hall is at
the opposite end of the life cycle and,
anyway, is inaccessible. Ewe Bank
was a possibility. In the end we rigged
the criteria. Destination Lambrigg,
where there is a Head, a Foot and a Fell.
It
felt bitterly cold as John, Martin and I
set off up the Fell and climbed to its reservoir
though for what purpose it was built remains
a bit of a mystery.
We
had warmed up, the sun was shining and the
visibility was really good.
There
was snow on the hills and a bit of a dusting
under our feet.
There
must have been a lot more down at Settle
as Robin hadn’t managed to get his car out
of his drive.
Once
down off the fell, we travelled across fields
past Haygarth then over an extremely dodgy,
indeed dangerous stile. To the
south we could see Lambrigg Fell and the
route we had descended.
At
the ridiculously early time of 11:40, too
early even for Tony though he wasn’t with
us, we stopped by a stream for our lunch.
Well, it had been an early start.
There
seemed to be a lot of trains in their various
liveries.
The
fields lived up to the area's name- there
were load of ewes and lambs. A pregnant
one was on her back and needed Martin’s
help to get her upright.
We
couldn’t actually get to Lambrigg Foot,
it is up a private drive but we could see
the fine house very clearly so that counts.
Our
route then took us eastward, following the
railway for some distance before we were
able to turn south for Lambrigg Head. Outside
the farm was a sad sight. Two dead foxes,
presumably shot by the farmer to stop them
worrying the lambs.
Five
minutes later we were back at the cars,
driving home past the Lambrigg turbines.
It
had been an interesting walk. Plenty
of lambs had been seen but not exactly out
in the sort of weather envisaged by the
proverb.
Don,
Thursday 31st March 2022
Comitibus:
Martin,
John, Don
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