BB2229
: Excuse Me, Do You Wordle?
Tuesday
18th
October 2022
Excuse
me. Forgive me for asking
but do you Wordle?
I
suspect that most readers will
know what I mean even if they
themselves are not Wordlers.
However for the benefit
of the uninformed, Wordle is
a word game invented by a Welshman
who swore he was never going
to sell the rights to it but
couldn’t resist the big bucks
the New York Times dangled in
front of him. Well boyo,
I don’t blame you.
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The
concept is quite straightforward. You
have six attempts to identify a five letter
word selected by the newspaper. There
is only one game per day so you don’t get
trapped into doing puzzle after puzzle.
You won’t miss your train stop or
forget to pick the grandchildren up from
school. Probably.
Anyway,
the reason for asking is that there is a
five member sub-group of the BOOTboys
whose prayer is “Give us this day our daily
Wordle”. Usually we Wordle in the
morning then publish our score. Today,
as Mike B and I were going walking, we decided
not to Wordle until later. TV Mike,
who was driving, doesn’t Wordle.
We
were heading for Elterwater in order to
climb Lingmoor Fell. However John
had already published his result. He
is in Greece and two hours ahead so it was
no great surprise that he Wordled early
by UK time. What was more of a surprise
is that he Wordled in 2, i.e. his second
attempt. That is a remarkable result.
Whilst
putting on our boots, Mike B confessed that
he too had already Wordled and scored a
respectable 4.
It
was a beautiful day and very clear. As
we climbed, we had great views over much
of the southern Lake District-
South
over to Windermere:
West
to the Crinkles and round to Bowfell:
North
to the Langdales:
East
to Fairfield:
We
had stopped for coffee near the top of Lingmoor
when another result came in. Tony
had also scored a 4. When would we
hear from Stan, we wondered? He is
the King of the Wordlers, a BOOTboys
VIP. He’s reached the top but he won’t
stop and that’s what bothering me
us. He has an average of 3.5 which
puts him in the expert class.
We
reached the top and then I made myself unpopular.
Why don’t we go down to Lingmoor Tarn,
I suggested? Well, that was a bit
of a mistake. It was further than
I thought. Down quite a steep hill
where progress was hampered variously by
thick but fortunately dying bracken or by
even thicker and deeper heather. It
was hard work. The reward was a partial
reflection of the Langdale Pike. Was
it worth the effort?
There
was supposed to be a path back up but we
didn’t find it so we had a similar struggle
to return to the ridge except that this
was uphill. It dawned on me that the
heather was why it was called Lingmoor!
Once
we reached the wall and the normal path
alongside the wall, the terrain changed
but got somewhat tougher. There was
a series of short but very steep and greasy
rocky sections; on one we decided that the
only way to get down was on our bottoms.
I think the previous times I have
been on that path have been in the other
direction. Or not after heavy rainfall.
Rather
more fatigued than we should have been by
that point, we stopped for our lunch. Stan’s
result came through. He too had a
two. The pressure was on me but I
wasn’t going to Wordle until I arrived home.
We
dropped down to the road and skirted round
Side Pike. We had contemplated going
through the Squeeze and to the top but,
as mentioned, the rocks were greasy and
anyway, Been There, Done That.
When
I did arrive home, I girded my loins and
attempted the Wordle. First attempt
showed two letters in the wrong position
and three wrong letters. Now I had
a dilemma. I had a peculiar feeling
that I knew the chosen word. Should
I attempt it, or should I play safe? If
my attempt failed, I would be heading for
a five. Death or glory. If I
played safe I felt sure that a 4, like Mike
and Tony, would be the likely result. What
to do?
Whilst
contemplating this dilemma, my mind wandered
to our return. We had dropped down.....
.....
into the Great Langdale Valley.....
.....
where we eventually picked up the Cumbria
Way path.
Back
to the matter in hand. Death or glory?
Or Safety? Which was it to be?
I chickened out and consulted my Wordleiser.
No, this isn’t a cheat. It is
my own spreadsheet that I devised to analyse
the probabilities of which letters are the
most likely to be right. I entered
my second line. All wrong! Thank
you Wordleiser.
We
had ended up at to the Brittannia Inn. I
was a good boy and not tempted to anti-socially
pull my phone out. Anyway, I had wanted
no distraction for my Wordling so it could
wait. Maybe I should have done it
then. I was now moving on to line
3. This attempt left me with three
letters in the wrong place and one correct.
The
pressure was on. I had
to get it right or else I would
be the Worst Wordler. How
could I continue to exist if
I got it wrong? I analysed
all possible words and came
to the conclusion that there
was only one word that fitted
and I had just used it. EXIST!
The
very word that I would have
used had I opted for Death or
Glory.
Never
mind. It had been a truly
glorious day.
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Don,
Tuesday 19th October 2022
Comitibus: Don,
TV Mike, Mike B
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