BB2414 : The Haunted Frightened Trees Revisited
Thursday 2nd May 2024
Seven years ago, in the January, I wrote about the Haunted,
Frightened Trees on Scout Scar. It now
being May and well into spring, I didn’t expect to be repeating that line from Mr
Tambourine Man. But I am.
We set off from Stuart’s house in Underbarrow. It was a much colder day than forecast, with
a strong wind blowing from whichever direction it wanted. That didn’t stop us having a pleasant wander
north along old lanes.....
..... past the unwelcoming Tranthwaite Hall, to then climb west
up Gamblesmire Lane with its bluebells.....
.....
and onto Cunswick Fell.
There was a debate about the meaning of that strange name,
Gamblesmire. Robin and TV Mike have
strong Scandinavian connections. They
concluded that it derived from the word “Gammel” meaning old. So it’s an old boggy lane, which is how I
remembered it. Fortunately today it was
mostly dry.
We had Robin’s and Stuart’s dogs with us- Holly and Maisie. They proved a magnet for many other hounds,
some of which were quite magnificent big beasts.
I had promised Tony a noon lunch stop at the Mushroom and had
he not stopped to take so many photos that would have been achieved. As it was, we were only ten minutes late. Today, I couldn’t refer to the Mushroom as a
shelter. It didn’t matter which of its
four segments you were in, the bitter cold wind knew how to find you.
All around were barren trees.
They looked just like those haunted frightened ones from midwinter seven
years ago.
However it is now May and
they ought to be bursting into life.
Sadly they are not. I’m not very
good at identifying trees, especially when they have no leaves, but I was told
they are Ash and seemingly suffering the effect of Hymenoscyphus Fraxineus,
otherwise known as Ash dieback, a disease that is killing Ash across Europe.
We headed south to the parting place. Stuart with Tony would return home to the west
whilst Robin, TV Mike and I headed east over Helsington Barrow.
It was good to see the Blackthorn in good
bloom, fortunately not affected by any dieback.
We dropped down through
fields then to crosss the River Kent.
At Natland we had a dilemma. Should we call it a day and let Robin drive
home? Or should we add another two miles
to our journey by heading up to the Punchbowl at Barrows Green then back? Robin solved the dilemma. He would drive us there, join us for a pint
then leave us to walk back home.
Perfect.
On the way back we encountered a man with a metal detector
whose machine suddenly gave off a big buzzing noise. Naturally, we engaged him in
conversation. It seemed to be more or
less a full time occupation for him.
Only yesterday, very near where he stood, he had found a coin dating
back to Edward 1.
Today’s find was less
exciting. It was just something from a horse
bridle which he reckoned was 17th century. I didn’t feel sufficiently expert to issue
any form of challenge.
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We
returned to Natland and that was that.
Nothing else to report other than we had
heard what, for me, was the first
cuckoo of spring. It had been at had
been a good day out other than for those poor haunted, frightened trees. Let’s hope they recover.
Don, Thursday 2nd May 2024
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