My Geocache counter has increased to 93 recently. Some say this is an infantile pursuit. Since it serves to give me a good walk twice a week I reckon it’s worthwhile, but...
...it became more serious a few days ago. A local guy has located three Geocaches on our shoreline crags, “...with the more adventurous cacher in mind.” I found the first one, but only after perilously ascending twenty feet erroneously, with even more peril on the descent. The correct location was still interesting.
The second was in an overhanging crack well above my head. I needed to rest in between attempts before grabbing it, fully extended, hanging on with one arm and grappling with the other hand.
The last was supposedly approachable from the cliff top, but I couldn’t find the way and ran out of time. Next time I retreated in a hailstorm, and thunder and lightning, long before I was anywhere near.
On the third attempt I found the cache. It was fifteen feet up an overhanging wall. I managed to get bridging footholds on the walls and one good handhold and could just reach to remove a stone. I could feel inside but couldn’t feel the container. I was two inches short of examining thoroughly. After several attempts I gave in.
I have corresponded with the originator, and perhaps the cache has disappeared. He is going to check - I guess he is probably forty years younger than me!
I sold all my climbing gear on Ebay thinking I would not need it again, so I don’t have the option of using a couple of large friends and slings, and I don’t think I can persuade anybody else to join me for “combined tactics.”
My Thursday walk with Pete took us on a circuit of Newton Fell from Lindale.
|Cartmel Priory. Cartmel village distinguished twice - the original sticky toffee pudding and the multi Michelin star L'Enclume|
|World War 2 machine gun post. It does grip the mind when you see these and think what might have been|
|I thought I'd found a new crag but...|
|...seen from a different angle you could walk up it.|
The colours, texture and ambiance of this pic sum up much of what I find attractive about The Lake District
|Interesting development of this water environment afoot here. Anybody know anything about it? Location SD 420 821, Sunny Green Farm - see map above, midway down eastern leg of walk|
Monument to John Wilkinson in Lindale - an eccentric ironmaster. His history is worth a read. Here is a bit from Wikipedia:
By 1796, when he was 68, he was producing about one-eighth of Britain's cast iron. He became "a titan" - very wealthy, and somewhat eccentric. His "iron madness" reached a peak in the 1790s, when he had almost everything around him made of iron, even several coffins and a massive obelisk to mark his grave, which still stands in the village of Lindale-in-Cartmel in Lancashire (now part of Cumbria). He was appointed Sheriff of Denbighshire for 1799.