BB2222
: TVM = 214 x W
Tuesday
26th July 2022
“Purgatory”
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“Brutal
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“Testing”
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“Dread
of dreads”
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These
were my summaries of Seat Sandal from previous
visits (BB0713,
BB1240,
BB1415,
BB1508).
It was a relief back in 2015 to know
that I would never have to go there again.
Until today, that is.
Why?
Because TV Mike (fresh from yet another
prizewinning competition) had wickedly kept
it as his chosen hill on which to complete
his first round of the Wainwrights and he
wanted his pals to be with him to share
his pain.
So
Mike B, Stan, Terry and I joined forces
with Mike’s other walking chums to be the
support team for his triumph. Actually
his other walking chums didn’t seem to hold
the same grudge against the hill. There
again, one had been round all the Wainwrights
five times. Another had been building
up his strength for a trip across the Arctic
by running the fells whilst dragging a tyre
behind him. Yet another was training
as a mountain leader. And several
of them were regular Monro baggers and had
recently come back from Snowdonia having
pummelled the Welsh hills into submission.
I may have the detail slightly wrong
but you get the idea.
Did
we feel the underdogs? Well, Stan
might not have done but I certainly felt
outclassed. I don't know about Mike
B and Terry. And talking of dogs,
Howard’s hound took an instant dislike to
Stan’s border terrier and there was nearly
scrap before we set off.
To
be fair to TVM, he had decreed that it should
be a leisurely, non-competitive outing to
enjoy the day and he was true to his word.
Only Howard and hound were anxious
to display their fitness and shot off up
Tongue Gill, .....
.....
climbed Seat Sandal and returned back to
Grisedale Hause to meet us just as we arrived
there.
The
day had started off cloudy but it was now
starting to clear. Howard’s challenge
being completed, he made his way back down
(probably taking in Skiddaw and Scafell
Pike for good measure before lunch). Meanwhile
our leisurely group made our way round to
the south side of Grisedale Tarn to visit
the Brothers’ Parting Stone.
This
is where, inscribed on a rock, Wordsworth’s
words record how he, William, and his brother,
John, last bade each other farewell before
the latter was drowned four years later
when his ship, the Earl of Abergavenny,
was wrecked.
Here did we stop; and here looked round
While each into himself descends,
For that last thought of parting Friends
That is not to be found.
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Brother and friend, if verse of mine
Have power to make thy virtues known,
Here let a monumental Stone
Stand -- sacred as a Shrine.
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You
can read the sad tale of the parting and
much more at William
Wordsworth and Grisdale Money.
We
stopped for first lunch sat by the side
of Grisedale tarn, watching cows nonchalantly
grazing whilst quite a lot of folk were
coming up over the pass, some carrying huge
rucksacks; most presumably undertaking the
Coast to Coast long distance walk, or less
likely, the Westmorland Way from Appleby
to Arnside (or vice-versa).
The
tale was told of the crown reputedly thrown
into Grisedale Tarn by King Domnhail’s faithful
warriors for safekeeping until such time
as he should return. Meanwhile his
body lay (and presumably still lies) at
the top of the pass named, somewhat anticipatedly
after him, Dunmail Raise. You can
read more about him (and today’s other history
lesson) at: King
Domnhail and the Parting Stone.
Our
ascent of Seat Sandal was to be from the
north. It looked easy from the map
and also from across Grisedale Tarn but
on closer acquaintance proved a little steeper
than I had expected. However the pace
TVM was setting was kind and we all made
the summit without too much difficulty.
There
are two possible, stony bumps at the top
and we found it difficult to decide which
was the higher. Our GPSs were similarly
confused. To make sure that we didn’t
have to go there again (unlike the Mellbreak
saga) we visited both.
Mike’s
triumph complete, he celebrated by cracking
open the bottles of bubbly he had been carrying
and provided us all with a generous helping
to consume with our second lunch. I
later felt the weight of his rucksack, still
with bottles but now empty, and it was immensely
heavy. No wonder he had advocated
a leisurely pace.
Terry, Keith, Stan, Mike B, David,
Paul, TV Mike,
Mick, Dave,
Don
Mention
should also be made of Mick's contribution
to the event- he had brought a tub of Cadbury's
Heroes to share. The tub had the slogan
"WHO AM I?" which reminded me
that Mike's latest competition success was
The Sunday Times' "Where Was I?"
for which he has been awarded a luxurious
weekend somewhere. Maybe a "Where
is he?" competition beckons?
After
the celebrations, we returned down to the
valley by the southern nose, which proved
to be a very pleasant path with superb views
to Skiddaw in the north, .....
.....Great
Gable to the west.....
.....and
round to Heysham Power Station. And
I do believe I could see Blackpool Tower.
Can you?
Click
on the picture above to see Terry's video
of the panorama.
More
celebrations followed at the Travellers
Rest, thank you Mike.
The
day has changed my opinion of Seat Sandal.
I now know that, properly handled,
it is a worthy hill; one that I would be
very happy to revisit with anyone else who
is saving it for his 214th and last Wainwright
and is carrying bottles of bubbly to share
at the summit. Any volunteers?
Don,
Thursday 26th July 2022 Thanks
to TVM for many of the photos and Mike
B for Blackpool Tower
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