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: Where's Harry?
Thursday
11th August 2022
I
asked the boys if they wanted to see a Sturgeon
Moon this week. “No,” Tony shrieked
in horror. “There is no way I am going
north of the border to see any part of Nicola.”
I could hear Robin chortling in the
background. Stan just smiled.
I
think Tony had misunderstood. I had
meant having a night walk, partly to keep
out of the heat of the day and partly to
see this month’s full moon, one which the
Americans call a Sturgeon Moon and which
is also a Supermoon.
Anyway,
they decided they wanted to be tucked up
tight in bed or other lame excuses and opted
instead for a daytime grilling.
Consequently,
I tried to find them a woodland walk that
would at least provide a bit of shade and
hopefully a cooler environment. The
Warton Crag area seemed to fit the bill
with an extra item of interest, namely to
see if we could find Harry
Hest
or at least the hole named after him.
A
9 a.m. start meant that there was no trouble
getting spaces in the public car park adjacent
to the Old School Brewery.
As
we headed north through the old village,
the sun was already hot but fortunately
still sufficiently in the east to enable
us to walk in the shade (no blues on parade).
At
the north end I found what I had hoped for-
a path that led through the woods to save
this being a road slog. It took us
past a rather fine lime kiln to emerge at
Yealand Manor - a building well familiar
to three of us, having been at one time
the training school for Provincial Insurance.
Here
we branched left to the top of the rise
where there is the strange field that superficially
seems to have an ancient stone structure
on a mound, surrounded at a distance by
large standing stones. A closer examination
showed bricks peeping through the stones
reinforcing my view that it was in reality
a folly.
Some
very convenient benches enabled us to pause
a while, still in shade, looking down on
the sun drenched Leighton Hall .....
.....
and over to the distant Lakeland Hills.
A
tree lined path brought us down to the road.
Horses were very sensibly using the
shade.....
.....
as were the sheep.
After
leaving the road, we soon had a problem.
The path on the ground didn’t correspond
with that on the map and it took a bit of
faffing about to resolve the matter. What
was slightly disconcerting was the regular
sound of shot guns though, had we thought
about it, it was a day too early for the
glorious 12th!
Eventually
we emerged at Crag Foot at the edge of Leighton
Moss.
The
road we then took that climbs around the
base of the Warton Crag is part of the Lancashire
Coastal Way but we soon left it to join
the interestingly named track: Occupation
Road. Why it should be so called,
I haven’t yet discovered. Maybe Harry knew.
To
reach the summit we took a path which is
tentatively marked on the map but led us
through a bracken forest. Even 6 foot
4 Robin vanished at times. There was
no chance of seeing Harry.
Eventually
we emerged the open and a short easy climb
to the view point rock where a couple kindly
made room so we could all sit and enjoy
the view. Tony got stuck into an enormous
meat pie. As you might have gathered
it was now noon.
Nearby
is the "Wicker Man" beacon and
then the trig point. Now to try and
find Harry. A man appeared. Was
it Harry? Actually I didn’t ask his
name but we did wonder why he was carrying
a battery powered hedge trimmer. His
explanation was simple. He was cutting
the vegetation that had overgrown the footpath.
We set off down the path he had cleared.
There were many other options but
this was the only one that had been cleared.
Unfortunately,
websites that you would think would be authorative
seemed rather vague as to the location of
Harry's hideaway- only "pinpointing"
it to the nearest 100 yards. One however
was more precise and we seemed to be heading
in the right direction. The path went
steeply down the hill and then passed along
under a small cliff. I have to confess
I was rather nervy as there was quite a
steep drop to the side. Stan and Robin
of course had no such fears.
We
didn’t find Harry or the hole in which Jacobites
may have hidden but we couldn't waste any
more time looking for him. We had
another person to seek, Stephen. This
person we did know where to find but we
were a bit behind schedule. Fortunately,
our navigation to him was perfect- there
he was exactly where we anticipated. In
the bar at the Old School Brewery.
Cheers!
Don,
Thursday 11th August 2022 Thanks to Tony
for some of the pictures
Comitibus: Don,
Tony, Robin, Stan
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