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My blog nick-name is SIR HUGH. I'm not from the aristocracy - my middle name is Hugh which relates to the list of 282 hills in Scotland compiled by Sir Hugh Munro in 1891. I climbed my last one (Sgurr Mor) on 28th June 2009

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Wednesday, 20 February 2019

Arnside to Kirkby Lonsdale

Tuesday 19th February 2019 - Arnside to Kirkby Lonsdale.

Following recent preoccupation with drawing straight lines on maps and trying to walk close to them I drew one from home (Arnside) to "The Sea" - (east.)

I  doubt whether I will ever complete this route - the logistics are complicated in places, but I can see daylight for the first few days done on daily walk schedules and using public transport. So on a gloomy morning yesterday I set off from home at 7:10 am which Met Office informed me was the time of sunrise - well there was no sun and it was gloomy and fizzly, but light enough for walking. I actually used a new footpath for me only a few hundred yards from  home. It was a concreted path under the railway and across fields. A pleasant bridleway often walked and cycled in the past had views back to Arnside Knott in the gloom, and then a road climb through Hazelslack with posh houses and security gates and my first daffodils of this spring. Another new path for me from Slack Head through the woods to Hale involved a two hundred yard stretch of limestone pavement at an awkward slope all damp and greasy which needed extreme care. I was thinking to myself that it was my age and dread of falling with my two replacement knees and metal in my arm, but a bit further on I met a local competent looking walker who told me he always avoided that pavement when it was wet, so some justification for my trepidation.

I crossed the A6 and walked fields across to Holme. I had decided to photo stiles  guessing that these would be varied on this walk.

On a spell down the Lancaster canal I saw a notice indicating "coke ovens" on the other side. They were used in the early nineteenth century for producing coke for the smelting business and located on the canal side for convenient transport.

Leaving the canal I turned the wrong way down the minor road adding half a mile to my route including the there and back - yes, it still happens - I have said that these days I find out sooner, but it was not the case today.

After crossing the M6 and the A6070 I was into a fine stretch of English parkland, part of the Clawthrope Hall estate I think.

I came out onto a long quiet uphill road to reach the summit between the Farleton Fell massif and Hutton Roof Crags. All the way woods with high fencing and warning notices every hundred yards conceal Holme Park working quarry. Halfway up the road I chatted with a guy parked there and I thought at first he was listening to a radio, but in the middle of our conversation there was a huge explosion; that without any exaggeration was the loudest I have heard ever. The whole of the area, not just the immediate part where we were standing, shook and reverberated. This guy was from the quarry and monitoring the force as a legal requirement. I asked him about the reading - it is measured in feet per seconds or something similar and he told me the maximum figure on his instrument allowed was 6, so I asked him what this reading was and he said 0.7 - my goodness, if it had got anywhere near that maximum I would probably be on the Moon by now.

A pleasant path from the summit rising gently then contouring then descending had fine views to Farleton Fell and Scout Hill - this is archetypal limestone country. There was a nostalgic moment as I passed by Hutton Roof climbing crags, a decent length of one pitch good quality limestone  where we used to climb on summer afternoons.

From Hutton Roof I climbed to a plateau through sheep grazed fields with that top-of-the-world feeling, then a descent to finish at Kirkby Lonsdale. The double-decker bus to Lancaster was waiting departure in half an hour. I shopped in Booths then went aboard. I was the only passenger until the bus came to the outskirts of Lancaster. The driver chatted to me when he waited at various stops being ahead of time as a result of some pretty hairy driving through the country lanes - he had been at it for seventeen years.

A train from Lancaster had me back in my house for 5:00pm

The walk was exactly twelve miles and took seven hours including twenty minutes stop for munchies and coffee. What a good day.  The Limestone Link runs from Arnside to Kirkby Lonsdale, but I had ignored that so I could conform to my straight line project.

Lots of photos today - click first one to enlarge for slideshow.

Round the corner from home - just after "sunrise"

Twenty minutes later - back to Arnside Knot - from the bridleway


My first daffs this spring

Entrance to woods with scary, wet limestone pavement to come

This was lethal - not a place to have a fall


Photography majoring on stiles today. From the A6 - distant Farleton Fell 

On the way into Holme - Holme Beck


Lancaster canal

Early nineteenth century coke ovens across the canal

From the A 6070 into Clawthorpe Hall parkland

Pleasant parkland walking

The gate opened so no need to clamber here, but a fine example

The quarry guy measuring the massive explosion

This long zoom tried to capture a mass of rooks sampling this tree for nesting, but I, as Photographer of the Year, failed to capture all but two before the rest moved on. How do you do it Beating the Bounds?

From the limestone path over to Hutton Roof - Farleton Fell left and Scout Hill centre - the A65 runs along the valley in between

Hutton Roof climbing crags

Descending to Hutton Roof


Red line = straight Arnside/The Sea. Blue lines one mile north and south





Friday, 15 February 2019

OS Grid 38 (northing) SD 305 380 to TA 269 379 - Day 5

Wednesday 13th February 2019 Barrow (SD 736 378) to Nelson

Usually the number of photos I take is proportional to the ambient temperature, especially more photos taken when I don't have the faff of constantly removing gloves. Today seemed to be an exception - there was a cutting little wind most of the time, enough to make gloves desirable. But, I have now started using the TZ 40 after the recent TZ 100 debacle and find it much more friendly. It is smaller and goes into a more convenient belt pouch that has an easy to open and close Velcro lid compared with the awkward zip on the larger TZ100 pouch. All the settings are more intuitive and I have developed a fondness almost to the point of anthropomorphism. I took even more photos than shown here, although you may not think I have been selective enough.

BC takes more photos than me - my activity tends to tail off towards the end of the day as pleasant tiredness and thoughts of a forthcoming hot bath take over.

We are getting into hillier country providing more interest and contrasting views. Pendle Hill has dominated this walk for some time and continued to do so.

At a farm a tractor was hooked up to a pump and fireman's type hose pumping presumably slurry. We followed the hose becoming more and more intrigued by the distance it was covering and at one point it had sprung a leak with foul yellow liquid jetting across our path - a wide berth was taken. The hose must have covered half a kilometre until we saw it a field away from our path hooked up to another tractor. We guessed that there was an attachment to distribute the slurry as the tractor would cruise up and down the field. Despite both of us having years of experience trogging across countryside we had never seen anything like this before. Unfortunately it seemed tractor number two was still waiting for full pressure (we guessed) and we were not able to see the anticipated action.

As we came into Nelson walking through part of Lomeshaye Industrial Estate a huge factory network appeared with the name Wellock who it turns out supply a wide range of vegetables and foodstuffs to end users. I think BC may post more history, but I said to him as we walked past that I had done business over twenty years ago with a modest family firm of potato merchants with the same name running only two small lorries, and I surmised that the names were just coincidental, but BC's research tells me that they are one and the same and my modest father and son family affair has grown into this massive enterprise with huge factory space and thirty or so prestigious commercial vehicles.




Crossing the A59 - now moving into hillier country



Kemple End and Longridge Fell. Whalley (I think) in the valley

Any guesses what this contraption is (or was?)

I wonder if SkipXpress know where this one is?

There was a definite smell of gas on the bridge just beyond. We were puzzled that this had not been tackled more urgently, fortunately neither of us smoke or I might not have been typing this

We followed the hose for half a kilometre or so. It became pressurised as we walked


Slurry jetting from a leak

Zoom to hose now hooked to tractor number two. We were intrigued hoping to see it do its stuff wondering how  exactly this could work, but we reckoned full pressure had not been achieved before it was out of our range.

20 x zoom with my modest TZ40 (my new friend)

Dean Farmhouse - 1574 - the extension on the right was added in the 19th Century

More guardians a bit further on

Pendle Hill overlooking part of the wide expanse of the Sabden valley. That valley, or large flattened bowl is not so apparent on the map but its scale made a strong impression on us

BC capturing sunlight on catkins.
The sun only appeared for us during the last hour of our walk


Straight purple lines = one mile north and south of green grid line 38 we are following



   

Friday, 8 February 2019

Mystery car update (2)

Friday 8th February 2019

I received a prompt reply from Aston Martin (more prompt than TVR) - does that say something?

As far as I'm concerned I have now solved the mystery, but it has been a good exercise arising from note taken of items of interest seen on walks and followed up in this way.

Here is a link to a review of this replica car which also contains an Ebay link to the original listing - looks like there were only five of them ever made.

CLICK HERE




Good Morning Mr Robinson,

Thank you for the email and the intriguing image.

It looks as though the car is a replica of an ‘80s V8 Vantage Volante. Tellingly, the front and rear bumpers aren’t correct to the original design specification, the rear lights are in the incorrect location and the convertible hood line isn’t of the original profile. A search of ‘Aston Martin V8 Vantage Volante’ will show you the model on which the car photographed seems to be based.

I hope this helps

Kind regards

James



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Mystery car update

Friday 8th February 2019



I posted on 28th January about this car I spotted on a recent section of my walk with BC following OS Grid line 38. I couldn't get closer to identify.

Commenters responded with various suggestions with a consensus of TVR. I emailed TVR with the photo - here is their response:

Dear Mr Robinson, 

Thank you for your recent enquiry regarding the vehicle spotted whilst on one of your walks recently.  It is not a TVR but looks to be an Aston Martin Vantage of some description although looks to be in a rather sorry state but fortunately not a TVR though.

Kind regards

TVR Heritage

I have now noticed that with enlargement the word "Vantage" is written above and behind the front wheel arch.


I have emailed Aston Martin and await their identification - hopefully their response will follow.

Sunday, 3 February 2019

OS Grid 38 (northing) SD 305 380 to TA 269 379 - Day 4

Saturday 2nd February 2019 - Longridge to Barrow

Camera update

I took the TZ100 to Wilkinson's Cameras. They spent quarter of an hour cleaning out the remaining mud and we thought it was sorted, but back home "Zoom error" came up on the screen. I went back and Wilkinson's told me emphatically that Panasonic would not honour the guarantee which I can understand, so Wilkinson's offered to send the camera to their own repairer for an estimate without charge. That came back at £250 compared with a current new cost of approximately £500. I declined for the moment. I have now resurrected a Panasonic TZ40 that I used a few years ago and today's photos have been taken with it and I am reasonably satisfied - it has the advantage of a 20 x zoom and fits into a smaller belt pouch, and all the controls are much more user friendly. When I get the TZ100 back I will probably offer it for sale at some price more than the £250, but sufficiently less than the cost of a new camera at £500 - somebody may be interested - the repair would include a brand new lens snd telephoto unit.
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More of BC's inventive logistics were needed today. We set off from BC's house with the intention of walking to Barrow where there is a bus service to Whalley then back to Preston and Longridge, I have a pessimistic attitude to buses, but BC is much more experienced and has more faith.  Also, BC uses Google Maps which shows bus stop locations which when selected put up  the bus times at that stop. My iPhone is refusing to show the maps at the moment without a WiFi signal; it should work with 4g - something I need to sort.

We climbed out of residential Longridge to extensive views in all directions enhanced by snow on the hills. Winter Hill, Boulsworth Hill. and closer, Pendle Hill were prominent viewed across the numerous Longridge reservoirs. We passed the old quarries, now a huge static caravan site. Stone from those quarries was used for many of the prestigious buildings in the North West. Before the caravan site was established there had been a motor bike racing circuit which my son W had talked about.

The scenery on this walk and the associated countryside were of a far higher order than our journey so far from the sea at Blackpool making for a splendid trek through landscape seen from new aspects for me.

BC showed me Crag y Longridge, a quarried, overhanging face that he has had much involvement with and its development as a now celebrated climbing venue, bought and maintained by the BMC.

Many of the paths had ice and snow, and care was needed.

We passed at one point through a run down farm and spent quarter of an hour chatting with the farmer - he would have been a gift for a tv documentary as an archetypal countryside character; I was particularly amused by his use as a belt of that horrible farmer's orange string tied round his prodigious waistline,  I very much wanted to get a photo of him but didn't dare, but BC employed subtle means. The farmer had a pristinely presented black and white cat. BC admired that cat and took photos, thus indirectly flattering the farmer. We were told the cat was a good mole catcher. As we were talking over the gate the cat jumped up and asked to be petted by the farmer. BC was in like a shot. "can I take a photo of you and the cat" he asked and with no more ado did just that. I was sloughed at my own lack of subterfuge but admiring BC's technique, and amidst the commotion I managed to get a quick clandestine shot.

The approaches to Hurst Green took us downhill through old established beech wood with a glowing warm atmosphere - dappled sunshine and golden brown russet leaves underfoot and a stream tumbling over mini waterfalls and large slabs of worn smooth bedrock. This was a secret little valley of unique charm and magical mystery.

Stonyhurst and its famous public school and the associated village of Hurst Green provided further attractions before crossing the River Hodder and then over the Ribble with Cromwell's old bridge a little further downstream from the modern crossing.

Within a couple of hundred yards of the road at Barrow and the bus stop on its other side BC told me we had three minutes before the next bus. As we stepped out onto the road the bus appeared and BC flagged it down - many bus drivers would have ignored us but our guy kindly stopped and waited for us to get across and board. We then found that this bus could take us all the way to Preston from where  a regular service runs to Longridge, so BC's prowess with public transport logistics scored another victory.

Our grid line 38 project is now coming into its own with much improved scenery, and from the next section less familiar territory for both of us which will bring more sense of adventure, and probably more nail biting bus rendezvous.

CLICK TO ENLARGE PHOTOS FOR SLIDESHOW. FOR SOME REASON, FOR ME, IT ONLY SEEMS TO WORK FROM SECOND PHOTO ONWARDS - I WOULD BE INTERESTED TO HEAR IF THIS IS JUST FOR ME

Entrance to the caravan site on the location of the old massive Longridge quarry

Site of the old quarry - it is huge - everything you can see here and much more

The Longridge reservoirs

Craig y Longridge

BC sits on this ingeniously converted farm machinery looking at...

...the ducks (ice skating)

Marked on the OS map as "Written Stone"
The inscription reads:
RAVFFE: RADCLIFFE: LAID: THIS STONE TO LYE: FOR: EVER: A.D. 1655
For detsiled history got to:
http://northernantiquarian.forumotion.net/t307-the-written-stone-near-longridge
Early spring lambs.

The TZ40's limits were tested here with all that contrast of light - I have tweeked it s bit

I took this quick photo after the cat had jumped down and attention was diverted.

BC had been much more adept at getting a proper shot

For me this modern design didn't seem to work too well, somehow it just doesn't look like a  house, more something industrial

Pendle Hill

Long zoom - perhaps over a mile away

The stream in the magic dell tumbling over polished bedrock slabs

You were supposed to ring the bell warning shooters of your approach. There were no shooters but BC couldn't resist

Stonyhurst school

The Three Fishes - my Thursday walking friend Pete and Liz eat here from time to time

Mitton Hall...


...and its guardians