Showing posts with label Riggindale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Riggindale. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

#LakeDistrictBid Advent Calendar Day 22 - Because of the folklore...

Yesterday it was all about the history so today it's the arch enemy of history - folklore.  When we were researching the book one of the biggest headaches was figuring out where the truth ended and the folklore began.  If you take a story, any story, and only hand down verbal versions of it, pretty soon it's going to get embroidered with things that didn't happen while the things that did happen get lost in the mists of time.  To be fair writing a story down doesn't always do much to preserve it or ensure its accuracy, just take a look at most of the daily newspapers...

As there are, in most cases, small nuggets of truth hiding behind these stories, it's essential that we preserve them and the regions they relate to.

Let's start small with coin logs...  So far as I've been able to work out these are wishing posts - you push your coin in and make a wish.  Other versions suggest that they're for improving bad luck or curing ailments - if you push a coin in it will alleviate whatever has befallen you and, if you were to try stealing a coin, you will be struck down with whatever misfortune affected the person who originally put it there.  Don't say I didn't warn you.

Coin log & friend at Aira Force
Then there's Hugh's Cave in Riggindale where supposedly the first king of Mardale sheltered after fleeing from Kind John.

Riggindale valley - there are worse places to hide...

How about Buttermere and Rannerdale where a fearsome Norseman lead a battle against the Normans with the Rannerdale Bluebells springing from their spilled blood.

"Bloody" lovely.
And perhaps the most famous piece of folklore in the Lake District - Dunmail Raise - where stories abound about vast battles and King Dunmail casting his crown into Grisedale Tarn before his body was buried beneath the pile of stones that mark the summit of Dunmail Raise.  Took a lot of digging to get close to the truth on that one and, if you want to know what we found out you'll just have to buy the book. :-)

Looking along Thirlmere toward Dunmail Raise
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And if you've only just found this click here to go back to day 1 and catch up with all the other great reasons.

Thursday, 10 December 2015

#LakeDistrictBid Advent Calendar Day 10 - Because of the Wildlife

We love living in Cumbria and particularly enjoy sharing our life in the Lake District with all the local wildlife - whether it's hearing the sound of buzzards "pinging" overhead as they hunt for food, startling a red deer or cursing a red squirrel that won't sit still for a photo, wildlife in Cumbria is everywhere.

If you want to see it our best advise is to slow down, take a pair of binoculars and be prepared to sit still for a long time - your chances are also greatly improved if you don't take your dog with you.

Gaining World Heritage Site Status would enable us to better protect the wildlife we already have and create and protect environments to allow existing residents to flourish and maybe attract a few new ones too.

Please click HERE to visit the Lake District National Park Authority website where you can learn more about the whole process and register your support for our bid to achieve World Heritage Site Status.

Click HERE to go back & start the advent calendar from to Day 1.


Kestrel

Frog! (Anyone know which sort?)

Possibly Marsh Harrier (we're still learning!)

Deer!

Badger in our garden

Golden Eagle in Riggindale

Osprey

The only decent pic we've ever managed of a red squirrel...
...this is what a pic of a red squirrel usually looks like. :-)


Sunday, 8 February 2015

Back in the day...

Haweswater
There are many places on the internet where you can find lists of the kit and equipment needed for fell walking - none better than the information provided by Mountain Rescue – but what if you had no choice?  What if you absolutely had to hike over the high fells but you didn’t have the correct waterproofs or several layers of the latest high tech thermals to protect you?  And what if, on top of all of that you had to manhandle a very large, very heavy box and/ or a truculent horse and cart?

Our recent research has often had me ensconced in nice warm libraries while Steve freezes outdoors taking pics – trust me, I LOVE the libraries part, but it’s a lot of fun when we get out on the fells together to get up close and personal with some of the stuff I’ve been reading about. 

Fairy Steps nr Silverdale
We’ve been uncovering old trade routes recently and, more interestingly, old coffin routes.  If a community didn’t have a church, they had to carry their dead to the nearest consecrated ground and that’s how coffin trails, or corpse roads as they’re also known, came to be.  Some of them are obvious and clearly labelled – such as the one we tackled this week near Haweswater – but some are hidden away and require a little more effort to track down.  There are also some, like the fairy steps near Silverdale, that make you wonder how they ever managed it.

For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to know where public footpaths and rights of way came from, how were they established in the first place?  Who were the first people to walk along them?  Why do they exist here and not there? Why did more than one person think it was a good idea to walk that particular route?

Obviously the answer to all those questions is never going to be straightforward – many began as communication routes between farms, others were old trade routes, some were built by the Romans, whereas others have symbolic significance or are shrouded in folklore and myth.  Whatever their origins one thing always strikes me when I’m standing on one; back in the day, folks would have walked these routes in all sorts of weather, without the protection of the many layers of expensive thermals and high tech waterproofs we have today.


The Old Corpse Road
At best routes would have been marked on rudimentary maps, but more often than not passed down from generation to generation simply by walking them – that they still exist today is testimony to how important they were back then.  There are many stories of people losing their way, surviving by sheltering in caves, falling from crags after getting lost in bad weather or just simply never returning.

You don't have to sit in a library to learn about the fells - next time you're up there take a closer look at your map, or study the hills around you while you're enjoying your coffee, and spare a thought for the poor folks through hstory who had to go up there whatever the weather, long before Gore-Tex was ever invented.

Tarmac road? Luxury!


Tuesday, 25 November 2014

The rules of just going for it.

By now many of you will have heard the sad news that Walks & Wildlife magazine is no more.  This is a big shame - it was a fabulous magazine which consistently sold well and always received excellent feedback.  Having worked with the team since issue 1 I know it was created by a group of committed and talented folks who put in an extraordinary number of hours to make it work.  Sadly, as with all brave new ventures, luck also plays a part and unfortunately lady luck refused to smile on this particular occasion.

One of things I most enjoyed writing was my "adventures of a novice bridwatcher" column where I charted our somewhat chaotic exploits as we began to learn about the world of birds.  The final column (which never made it to print) is below.  I've learned such a lot over the past few years, both about birds and about "going for it" and, irritating and elusive as they may occasionally be, birds are a lot more predictable than "going for it".

The more I've thought about it the more I've realised that there really are only 2 rules when it comes to "just going for it" and they are 1) just go for it, and 2) if you fail, get up and go for it again.  Sitting on the sidelines is not an option.  I sincerely hope that something will rise phoenix style from the ashes of the wonderful Walks and Wildlife - and I'll try and have my "bins" ready when it does.



The Rules of Birdwatching

A year or so ago I wrote a piece about the rules of birdwatching, well, based on what I’ve learned over the past year I think it’s time for a few more...

Soaring majestically or looking for Eagle Crag?
1.  Bird watching requires patience – lots of patience.  We were visiting Riggindale a few weeks ago and had hopes of spotting the Golden Eagle again.  Barely had we settled down at the RSPB hut and poured the tea when another couple appeared.  After the usual exchange of pleasantries followed by the sort of awkward silence that indicates both couples really rather wish they had the place to themselves, they asked us if we’d spotted the eagle.  “Not today” we answered.  More silence.  “Which one’s Eagle Crag?” they asked, so we helpfully pointed them to a crag on our left but mentioned that the eagle was generally at the head of the valley.  They then focused their entire attention on Eagle Crag for a full five minutes before giving up and heading back down the valley.  If only eagles appeared on demand at the crags named after them, this bird watching malarkey would be a whole lot easier.

This is not a bird
2.  You need to use your ears AND your brain.  I’ve rambled on about our many failed attempts at learning birdsong in the past but simply learning the calls and songs is only a small part of the battle.  Birds go out of their way to fool you, and they’ve roped in other members of the animal kingdom too.  Turns our jays can impersonate pretty much anything and that’s just cheating, plain and simple.  There should be a clearly written rule “Jays should sound like jays and jays alone”.  And now I’ve discovered that squirrel’s warning call sounds exactly like a bird.  Well, more like a bird that sounds like a squeaky gate if I’m honest, but that’s not the point – squirrels should at no time sound like birds.

3.  Knowing a bit about trees will help enormously.  If you think my knowledge of birds is bad; you should try me on trees.  In an effort to remedy this we spent a day on Brown Robin Nature Reserve learning how to tell one tree from another and a bit about which birds prefer which trees.  Our guide, Tony, tried starting us gently.  “What’s this?” he asked pointing to a clearly coppiced broad leafed tree and giving us his best encouraging smile.  “Erm...” we replied.  .  “It’s coppiced a lot and always has multi stems” he added helpfully.  “Ohhhh – multi stemmed” we mused trying to sound knowledgeable.
 
Erm...
I’ll be honest, there then followed five minutes of what can only be described as a bout of arboreal Tourettes as we randomly shouted pretty much every tree name we knew.  Eventually, the encouraging smile now long gone and replaced with the look of man who knew he was in for a very trying day, Tony gave us our final clue “it has nuts” he said.  “Hazel” we both shouted with big smiles – though really we had nothing to be proud of.  Tony spent the entire day with us patiently helping us learn more about trees and bird calls and by the time we went home we’d really got the hang of it. 

Turns out we have an enormous Hornbeam hedge along one side of our garden which is, apparently, very popular with the hawfinch so hawfinch spotting is our next mission.  It may prove challenging but it has the added advantage that we can sit indoors in front of the fire peering through the window with our binoculars.  Or at least we can until the neighbours report us for being peeping toms.

4.  Make your own rules.  The more we’ve got involved with bird watching the more we’ve realised there are lots of different ways to go about it.  We see ourselves more as casual bird watchers – keen to see what we can and learn as much as possible.  At no time are we going to leap into a car and tear off to the other end of the country on the off chance of spotting something rare and exotic.

No less gorgeous than a golden eagle
We’ve also decided that, for us, captive birds don’t count.  They’re very lovely to look at but where’s the challenge?  Last week I arrived home hugely excited at having seen, and identified, a snow goose in the local park and was poised to call the RSPB before a quick internet search threw up the fact they’re there the whole time.  Curses.  I was still pretty excited that I managed to identify them though.

I also have to be able to see it long enough to know what it is before I’ll count it as being spotted.  Take last year, for example, when we spent days stalking the bearded tit – I was utterly delighted when, after hours of standing in the freezing cold watching blurry brown blobs flitting around, I finally spotted one in a nearby reed bed while I was sat in the hide with a hot flask of coffee.  Well I say delighted, I actually cursed the little varmint for not showing up 4 hours earlier but, like I said at the beginning, all I needed was a little patience (and maybe hip flask).

5.  And finally - have fun!  Who cares if it's a golden eagle, a humble blue tit or something pretty that you don't know the name of - not knowing its name, nesting or migration habits does not make it any less lovely to look at.  Get out there, go for it and have fun.  Lots of fun.

Saturday, 11 May 2013

Find the time to Stand and Stare.

Riggindale Valley


When I first posted the pictures Steve took of the Golden Eagle at Riggindale I mentioned to a friend (Ray @scafellhikehow long we'd sat waiting to see it and he reminded me of the poem "Leisure" by WH Davies, which I have loved for many years.  

The poem has stuck with me this week as I've reflected on our walk around Riggindale; while we were sitting in the sun for the best part of 2 hours only one person paused nearby and peered hopefully into the valley and they were gone in a few minutes.  We saw a few other folk up on Kidsty Pike but none of them stayed longer than 5 minutes tops and by 4pm we had the entire valley to ourselves.

48 hours later I was in central London with thousands of people racing in every direction.  I don't dislike London at all, it has some spectacular architecture and hidden corners, I'm just not very good with the the crowds of people, always in a hurry and seemingly oblivious to what's around them.

WH Davies doesn't suggest you "pause and glance for a moment" he asks you to "stand and stare".  Take time out of the rushing around to truly appreciate your surroundings. How many of us have asked "Is it May already?  Hasn't the year flown by?" Life has a habit of doing that, racing past us as if it was never going to run out.  So, in the middle of the chaos of modern life, may I invite you to pour a drink, put your feet up and stare at a selection of photographs from two quite different places:  Riggindale and Gray's Inn Road, London.

Leisure - WH Davies




WHAT is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?






No time to stand beneath the boughs,

And stare as long as sheep and cows:



No time to see, when woods we pass,


Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:



No time to see, in broad daylight,


Streams full of stars, like skies at night:



No time to turn at Beauty's glance,


And watch her feet, how they can dance:



No time to wait till her mouth can


Enrich that smile her eyes began?




A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.






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