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BB2613 : Avoiding
Scarecrows
Thursday 30th
April 2026
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Lying on my bed in the University sickbay in 1967, I
was listening to a song, the like of which I had never previously heard. It was about a man called Arnold Layne who
had a strange hobby.
Those of you
approaching a similar age to mine (today was the walk to celebrate the start of
my 80th year) will recall it was a by a group with the weird
name of Pink Floyd.
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Their first album followed
soon after and was (and still is) called The Piper at the Gates of Dawn. Those of the aforementioned ages might
remember that this is the title of a chapter from The Wind in the Willows by
Kenneth Grahame. I loved the book but
that chapter always perplexed me. So did
Arnold Lane.
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On that album was a song entitled The Scarecrow which according to Wikipaedia contains "nascent
existentialist themes", reflecting that he is resigned to
his fate.
Or should that be fete?
Many villages in England hold Scarecrow fetes
or festivals. This this week was the turn of Wray where Robin lives. Expecting a huge influx of visitors converging
behind his house, he was understandably anxious for adventure a good
distance away from home.
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Sadly for him, apart from
Holly, his dog, he only had one pal for the day: me, though we were hoping for
more company later as I had promised celebratory beers. Seeking another WOLF*, we decided that Whitbarrow
Scar could be an appropriate target, given its proximity to the Hare &
Hounds.
I had a somewhat devious
route in mind. Starting from The Howe, we
made our way through the woods....
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and fields.....
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and damson orchards....
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......round to Row, mainly to revisit the hamlet where I spent the
winter of 1969. I
found the house but don't remember all those
weather vanes.
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Next, we crossed over the
Township Allotment and turned south to Bell Rake. We didn’t explore the mine entrance, though
Holly would have done had she not been called back.
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The descent down the slag heap was steep and
in parts tricky. There
was a sign warning cyclists.
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But
what does 10FOOT mean?
Once at the bottom, in
High Park Wood, we turned south along a dappled track.....
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..... as far as the Witherslack
Hall (school). Being mainly limestone
country, there hadn’t been any water for Holly to drink so we had a brief stop
looking over the well-kept playing field with the Scar cliffs as a backdrop.
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Now it was time for the big climb of the day, the ascent up
a path that is steep and tricky in parts with a degree of exposure. In the wet, this
can be very tricky but today
it presented no problems.
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On reaching the summit
cairn.....

...... we met three guys from Stockport whom we had encountered earlier. I mention it
not because it was my home town but
because they had been impressed with the speed at which these two old men had
climbed to the summit. Or maybe they
were just being kind.
Two other things to
mention, one good, one not so.
The view from the cairn is
superb. A true 360 degree panorama.....
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..... and,
yes on a good day like today, you can see Blackpool Tower.
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The one thing that surprised me, though it
should not have done, is that Ingleborough is not as prominently seen as I had
expected. I think it
is partly
obscured by Whernside.
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The not so good is the scratching
that some idiot has made on the plaque on the cairn that commemorates Canon
Hervey, the founder of the Lake District Naturalists Trust. Why?????
Our return to The Howe was
down the more gentle, wooded slopes of Wakebarrow and the Township Plantation.
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Then it was off to the Hare & Hounds to
be joined by John, Martin, Mike B and TV Mike for celebrations.
When I returned home, perhaps
a little disheveled, the dearly beloved said “Where have you been? You look like a Scarecrow.”
Perhaps Robin hadn’t avoided
them after all.
Don, Thursday 30th
April 2026
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*WOLF=
Wainwright OutLying
Fell
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