BB2313
: Hiker Sunk Money?
Wednesday
25th April 2023
You
probably know Helm Crag as one of the iconic
peaks of the Lake District. Often referred
to as "The Lion and the Lamb",
it stands proudly beyond Grasmere as the
guardian of Dunmail Raise. It has
featured in several BOOTboy
reports over the years. There are
actually two lions and two lambs- the pair
seen from Grasmere is different to the pair
seen from the north. The best way
to see the two sets together is from Tongue
Gill on the other side of the pass.
The
northern (and higher) Lion and Lamb is also
known as “The old man playing the organ”
or “The Howitzer” and from many angles the
latter is the most apt description. My
(exceedingly) minor claim to fame is that
it is the one Wainwright peak that the Great
Man didn’t actually summit whereas I have
(BB0922),
thanks to Bryan and Stan calling out the
moves and preparing to catch me if I fell
from the rock face.
What
came as a surprise to me was that such an
iconic and easily reached peak had never
been visited by Mike. Time to put
that right. "Hiker Sunk Money"
said Mike, enigmatically. Eventually
it dawned on Stan and me that this was the
What Three Words location for our meeting
point. We duly met there as instructed
then proceeded onwards to Grasmere.
We
knew it was going to be a fine morning but
we hadn’t expected it to be as warm as it
proved to be. The climb from Grasmere
is quite steep and, thanks to the sun and
the effort, it soon became apparent that
we were somewhat overdressed for the occasion.
Two
yellow wagtails had no such problem and
seemed to be enjoying the sunshine. Sadly
they wouldn’t keep still long enough for
me to take a decent photo but they deserve
a mention anyway.
As
you near the Helm Crag summit it is essential
to turn round and enjoy the view; the hills,
the lake, the village and the folk at the
bottom looking up admiringly at you.
We
chose not to climb the Howitzer this time.
Been there, done that; besides which,
I am some 14 years more ancient now. Instead
we continued along to Gibson Knott and then
to Calf Crag. Fortunately, the uphill
sections were nowhere near as strenuous
as those earlier.
It
was still sunny but much colder. We
took shelter behind some rocks to have lunch.
A
long string of people came by.
They seemed to be ignoring
us then the reason dawned on
us.
They
were Americans who had been
warned not to talk to people
Up North unless they had been
formally introduced.
Click
on the picture to watch the
video that, on arrival at Heathrow,
they were advised to view.
One
of them hadn’t seen it so was
happy to engage in conversation.
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Our
descent was alongside Far Easdale Gill,
passing several small waterfalls.
The
reverse side of the two lions could be seen.
One
particular barn evoked happy memories for
me. It was the site of our summer
school camp. The barn was the headquarters
and we young sprogs slept in bell tents
in the field opposite.
Once
back in the village, we decided to go on
the Wordsworth trail. No, not to view
his grave but to respond to the question
in his epic poem “The Waggoner”.
“Who
does not know the famous Swan?” he
asked, talking about the local pub.
Well,
we had known The Swan, knew it had grown
tired and had been told that it had been
rejuvenated under new owners. Time
to get to know it again?
On
the plus and arguably most important side,
the beer was good (once we found a bar that
actually served real ale). However
the ambience was Naff with a capital N.
It was almost as if it were round
one of a television internal design competition
where each contestant is tasked with designing
a Lakeland themed layout and décor
of a room.
Our
verdict? They’re all fired. Not
impressed. Someone has sunk a lot
of money into it but I don’t believe it
was a hiker!
Don,
Wednesday 26th April 2023
Comitibus:
Don
Stan
Mike
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