BB2213 :
Waignwrights and Wrongs!
Wednesday
27th April 2022
Hot
news: Kendal Town Council has announced
that A.W., M.B.E., has been given a posthumous
K and also granted an extra G. Their
latest brochure has a brief article about
the Sir
Alfred Waignwright
award. He would have been horrified
at the lack of accuracy. It's ironic
that our nickname for him is Wainwrong!
We
weren't seeking an award but, after a long,
covid influenced layoff, Stan and I were
back on the Wainwright trail. Unfortunately,
all our outstanding peaks are over on the
west side of the Lake District (in what
will soon revert to being Cumberland).
To
ease us gently into action, we chose three
of the lessor tops, starting from Scaly
Moss, near Ennerdale Bridge.
First,
however, after our long drive from Kendal,
we stopped to examine the Kinniside Stone
circle. Last time we were there, BB0932,
we were unsure if this were modern, as suggested
by the Cumbria Directory or, as A.W. believed,
ancient but restored.
Wainwrong
was right, of course. David Watson's
guide to the Stone Circles of the Lake District
confirms that it was Neolithic in origin
but restored in 1925.
We
parked near Scaly Moss and the first sight
that caught our eyes would have impressed
Mick Jagger. Loads of Wild
Horses.
Never seen so many fell ponies.
They
were racing down Blakely Raise as we climbed
up.
Our
route was pretty much the same as thirteen
years ago though much of the forestry plantation
had been felled.
The
first W to be ticked off was Grike, shortly
followed by Crag Fell, which provides a
good viewpoint over Ennerdale Water and
of Scoat Fell, Steeple and Pillar.
To
complete the trio we had to drop down to
Black Pots then climb Whoap before the ascent
of Lank Rigg.
These
hills are relatively featureless though
they do provide good views.....
.....
including Sellafield.
Thanks
to the long dry period we are enjoying,
none of the terrain had been difficult though
it must be very boggy in parts following
wet weather.
After
our lunch stop in a very accommodating cairn
wind shelter, we retraced our steps down
Lank Rigg then took the long, long trail
following Whoap Beck, passing the point
where it merges with another to become the
River Calder.
Here
we were surprised to meet a large number
of cows with their calves. On seeing one
of them, I couldn't get Tommy
Steele
out of my head. It was a (very) little
white bull (though we didn't get close enough
to make sure it wasn't a little white heifer).
Sad
as we were to leave the Little White Bull
behind, we were comforted by the reminder
written on a stone placed near the car that
Jehovah is close to the broken hearted.
Our
spirits were not crushed. Three more
Waignrongs had been wrighted. Only
nineteen to go.
Don,
Wednesday 27th April 2022
Comitibus:
Stan
(+ Pedro), Don
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