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Gallery 2012 - February

Greater spotted woodpecker
Kendal wall

Annual Ceilidh

This years ceilidh at the Castle Street Centre in Kendal with Hugh's Tumbling Tom Band was severely interrupted by the weather. 90 tickets had been sold but in the event only about half that number managed to arrive due to the snow, as it seemed as though no gritting or clearing had taken place in Kendal. To make matters worse, only 3 of the 5 band members could make it, the other 2 members succumbing to road accidents blocking the route, or living on a steep hill.

As usual, the evening attacted a good cross-section of ages, surely a good sign of the health of the club. On the right is Nicki Walsh with son Ben.

Below left shows the scene in the car park with just the two band members cars present, and below right the depleted band. From the left Fiona, Hugh, and Steve

Meanwhile, the club members were busy warming up with some dancing (below left) and rolling money for a whisky bottle (below right). Due to the absence of one club member, it meant that the bottle was a bottle of juice, rather than a whisky bottle, though I'm assured the winner will still get their whisky!

What are they doing to the countryside? Anyone walking or cycling over Walna Scar in the past few months must have been horrified to see the 'improvements' that have been made to the surface. Using a JCB, soil has been scooped out of the sides of the track to make a surface suitable to walk on in slippers. The work, criticised elsewhere as 'sanitising' the Lakes , is quoted as costing £10,000.
Snowy days on the fells can be some of the best days of the year. Here Alan Wilson was on Bowfell, and took the shots below, including the Brocken Spectre with its Glory.

Saturday Walk - Round Rydal and Grasmere in the footsteps of Wordworth
Margaret & Roger Atkinson, Clare & Mick Fox, Cath & Mike Palk, Val Calder, Ellie Woodburn, Margaret Cooper, Gordon Pitt, Tina Ford, Penny Lee, Angie Mitchell & Hugh Taylor, Alistair, Simonn & Charlie Bainbridge.

The idea of this walk was to walk around Rydal and Grasmere starting from Rydal, but seeing the landscape through the eyes of Wordsworth. Mike and Cath Palk had the idea, and arranged for Dr Simon Bainbridge of Lancaster University to walk with us and give the Wordsworth perspective.

Right shows 17 members and friends meeting up at Rydal, with the sun just starting to show itself, after the early morning rain, on Nab Scar.


The route went through Dora's Field, over the Rothay, and on to the Rydal Caves. The day came out better than expected, and this second stop for a poetry reading was by the upper cave, looking over to Ullscarf and Sergeant Man with a scattering of snow on them

On Loughrigg Terrace, we stopped to reflect on the impact that Wordsworth's first visit here made on him whilst he was still at school in Hawkshead. He would later return to the spot when living at Dove Cottage to recapture those early feelings.
Turning down Red Bank, we stopped at this view point overlooking Grasmere Lake with its solitary island.

Lunch was taken on the Green at Grasmere, prior to visiting the Wordsworth graves in the church yard. Then on past Dove Cottage to the start of the coffin route - so called as it was the route that coffins were carried from Ambleside and Rydal to Grasmere graveyard, prior to them having their own.
With Sally the dog being with us, and in the middle of a slight hail shower, Simon read us a piece about Wordsworth's dog, and one advantage of it going walking with him!

And still, the creature trotted on before;
Such was his custom; but whene'er he met
A passenger approaching, he would turn
To give me timely notice, and straightway,
Grateful for that admonishment, I hushed
My voice, composed my gait, and, with the air
And mien of one whose thoughts are free, advanced
To give and take a greeting that might save
My name from piteous rumours, such as wait
On men suspected to be crazed in brain.

Along the coffin route, the sun continued to shine, and Simon read an extract from 'To Joanna' about the naming of places, and laughter resounding around the valley and fells.

When I had gaz'd perhaps two minutes' space,
Joanna, looking in my eyes, beheld
That ravishment of mine, and laugh'd aloud.
The rock, like something starting from a sleep,
Took up the Lady's voice, and laugh'd again:
That ancient Woman seated on Helm-crag
Was ready with her cavern; Hammar-Scar,
And the tall Steep of Silver-How sent forth
A noise of laughter; southern Loughrigg heard,
And Fairfield answer'd with a mountain tone:

We returned to our cars at Rydal, and finished off with tea and cake in the excellent Rydal Hall cafe. Thanks to Mike and Cath for a walk with a difference, and to Simon for helping to bring a different aspect to a well known walk.


An interesting effect of the cold weather noted on Ingleboro. Looking like an Andy Goldsworthy creation, moisture around a beck has frozen producing a lovely white line running down the fell side.
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