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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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Monday 22 April 2024

Kirkby Stephen Circular

 Sunday 21st. April 2024

At last after months of inactivity a reasonable walk on new territory for me.

My breathlessness malady still prevails with little improvement. The last hospital department to take me over was Respiratory. They seem to have run out of ideas; I still have one test in the pipeline for Sleep Apnoea which I'm pretty sure I do not suffer from, and even if the test is positive it can only be a mild version and I have my doubts as to whether it will have anything to do with my problem.

I had no intention of trying to score a time for this walk, I just wanted to enjoy. However, including about twenty minutes for my sandwich break the 5.5 miles took me just over 5.5 hours. and I found I was breathing heavily on the slightest inclines and stopping frequently for rests. I have to say that takes away some of the pleasure but it was still good to be out exploring again and taking in the re-energising ambience of classic dales limestone scenery.

Interest was aroused after only the first hundred yards by raucous noise from a large gathering of rooks sorting out their nesting in trees above the short stretch of main road.

Pleasant walking on farm tracks and then fields lead to crossing of the Settle Carlisle railway. Plovers were in the air trying to protect their nesting from my invasion. and the odd curlew heard but not seen. All was peace and quiet.

At Tommy Road,  my furthest point south, I headed on a good track north east to re-cross the railway again. From there I picked up on Wainwright's A Pennine Journey.

At Croop House I could see Lammerside Castle across the next field with a large party of ramblers approaching. I stopped to have my sandwich and coffee and let them pass through. By the time I was ready for off again another rambling party was advancing. I waited until the last few were coming through the gate from the castle's field. I could see that they had a designated Gate Marshal and I timed things perfectly for me to go through as their last straggler arrived allowing me to avail myself of the services of the Gate Marshal. I had a silly cheeky feeling about that.

From the Internet:

Lammerside Castle, located near Kirkby Stephen, Cumbria, England, is a ruined 14th-century tower house that once formed part of a complex of buildings probably owned by the Warcop family.

Further on I came across Wharton Hall, a 14th Century Tower house and present day working farm. Visit Cumbria has good information about this including a splendid aerial photo which puts my ground level attempt to shame.

https://www.visitcumbria.com/evnp/wharton-hall/


As I ascended a steep little path from the hall I was able to look down on the largest slurry tank I have ever seen. The prefabricated construction must be at least fifty feet in diameter containing perhaps the oft used measure of an "Olympic sized swimming pool" or more? It is serviced by a sophisticated system of pipe-work blowing air causing firstly an inner ring of energetic spouting bubbles alternating with an outer ring. This structure can be seen in context included in the aforementioned photo on Visit Cumbria. I know vaguely that this stuff is used as fertiliser but the sheer scale and cost of installation here is a great mystery - I think a bit of research is in order.

Further paths eventually coinciding with the river Eden as it moves with vigour through Kirkby Stepehen took me back to my car. 

Setting off from parking at Stenkrith Bridge. The trees with the rooks can be seen in the background.






Still flying the flag for old Westmorland

Distant dales hills


A modern quarry. See below for strange dumpings of associated spoil


I passed under here crossing the Settle Carlisle line. A good huff and puff ascending to this point

Moor End Farm. Many now have holiday accommodation

Looking back at the farm with this splendid display of daffs flowering here quite late?

Perfect walking over Christopher Brow Top

I was a bit off route here and had to make a mid-course correction by following the distant wall to the right to take me down to Tommy Road

The track from Tommy Road leading back to re-crossing of the railway




The isolated Furrow Green farm, and zoom below





Lammerside Castle and the first party rambling through as I sat with sandwich and coffee watching them

A large flock of squealing and squawking gulls wheeling and diving. quite impressive


Wharton Hall. Much better photo on Visit Cumbria - see link in text

The monster slurry tank

River Eden on its way into Kirkby Stephen.

Anti- clockwise from the point north of Nateby





Monday 1 April 2024

Frustration and fenestration

 Easter Monday - 1st April 2024

I am champing (how's that for a classy word?) at the bit to continue my project on the Eden Way but bad weather, especially the cold, which bothers me more than it used to, has intervened. And every time there has been a weather window it has coincided with some appointment or other.

I will return!

Meanwhile, after being encouraged by the use of an after market masking set for the cockpit windows on the Beaufort, I have embarked on what is probably one of  the most windowed planes ever - the Avro Anson. Having all those windows lends itself to some illumination of the more than average detailed cockpit, so I have included an LED in the cockpit and also on the wing taxying light. They are now sealed in forever and I do hope they will work in spite of my rustic soldering skills when all is completed. I did test them at the last opportunity, but we all know about the Christmas tree lights that you put away in working order only to find non-doing when unpacked a year later.

The Anson was a general purpose aircraft but it had its moments in combat - from info that came with the kit:

"N9732 (the aircraft I am modelling) crewed by Pilot Officer Philip Peters, Sergeant D.  Spencer and Leading Aircraftsman Pepper, from No 500  (county of Kent) Squadron RAF Detling, Kent shot down two ME 109s in the English Channel on June 1st 1940."





Note the anglepoise lamp over the chart table.

I mocked up some seat belts that were not included


Here you can see the masking set with some of its contents peeled off and applied. That means the windows can be put on the model. The items will first be sprayed with cockpit green so that is visible as the interior colour, and then over-sprayed when the main painting of the model follows. Applying the masking is like brain surgery but quite therapeutic and satisfying. NB a cotton bud above the unmasked window to give some scale.

These two halves of the rear gun turret are only about 2 cms. in width so you get some idea of how small is each individual piece of masking. They are still attached to part of the sprue which gives attachment for a crocodile clip for handling.

 

Thursday 14 March 2024

"Extreme*" - (the new buzz-word) photography manipulation by an expert

 Thursday 14th March 2024

I am not keen on circulating supposedly humorous views and clips from Internet sources on my blog or by email. As for any other social media platform I just don’t participate, they have far too much to answer for, and on rare occasions when I have had a look they irritate me when I see an unexplained photograph with no backstory and a string of comments usually saying nothing much more than “good photo.”

Another problem is that for any re-posted item the degree of humour is relative to each recipient and what one finds hilarious may not be so much appreciated by others. 

Having said all that I make no apology whatsoever for posting this item from You Tube which almost instigated the need for the Heimlich Manoeuvre as I was scoffing my breakfast this morning.


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*I reckon our dictionary compilers will now have to redefine "extreme" as meaning "anything?"



Wednesday 6 March 2024

Eden Way 2 Aisgill Farm to Outhgill

Tuesday 5th March 2024 

AT LAST...

...with leg wounds not healing and many other factors the last proper walk I did away from home was  on 12th November 2023.

Wounds now healed and weather more friendly I was off to continue a vague project to follow the river Eden from its source which I visited on 18th November 2019

https://conradwalks.blogspot.com/search?q=Aisgill+Farm

A large lay-by about quarter of a mile south of Aisgill Farm provides parking. From there the road descends to Aisgill Farm quite steeply but provides a sting in the tail at the end of the walk. As one descends the extent of the Eden valley is revealed and you are conscious of the splendidly named Wild Boar Fell on your left. Snow is still clinging to the tops on Mallerstang Edge high away to the right - all in all a magnificent setting.

From the farm a hardly discernible path on the ground traverses the hillside with a series of well constructed stone stiles, snd passing by a number of isolated farmsteads. Those stiles are well constructed but evermore awkward for my advanced years and that  awkwardness is augmented by a massive fear of inflicting even the slightest wound to my lower legs. The path is above the line of cultivation -  just rough sheep pasture with large areas of reeds and boggy moss but with care I was able to do the whole walk wearing only trail shoes keeping my feet totally dry.

I have had breathless problems since October 2022 culminating in a hospital stay in January 2023 with blood clot problems. Since then I have been passed from Acute Medical, to Cardiac, and then to Respiratory with all sorts of tests and appointments and the problem has hardly improved and I am now accepting it is something I will have to live with. Whilst It was hugely uplifting to be back out in semi-wild country and absorbing that ambience  I was huffing nd puffing much of the way and taking many brief stops, and walking ever so slowly, but not quite enough to spoil the return to doing what I enjoy so much. I had measured the route roughly at six miles but later plotting it in detail it turned out to be just short of seven and that was certainly enough, especially with the final climb from Aisgill back up to the car.

There is a higher path on this valley side dating back back to Roman Times and it has now been incorporated into Lady Anne's Way as  an LDP I have walked sections of before. My route also intermingled with A Pennine Journey, the LDP created by Wainwright and published in his book of the same name.

I descended back to the valley road for a long stretch of tarmac before another footpath diversion back on to the valley side lead me to my furthest point at Outhgill with its archetypal collection of stone built centuries old stone cottages and a church. One house is named Faraday Cottage. It seems the parents of Faraday of electrics fame lived there, but unfortunately for otherwise insignificant Outhgill they had moved to London where Michael was born so Outhgill could not claim his birthplace. However, naming the cottage seems like a brave try.

The church was locked, but as always they had a bench and it was midday so I sat with my sandwich and coffee with a rewarding view of Wild Boar Fell. A guy carrying a kind of fishing net in one hand and a specialised vessel of water in the other, and wearing waders approached from the path down through the churchyard to the river. He was from the Environment Agency. I asked if he had found anything adverse with the water but he was reserved and perhaps living under something akin to the Official Secrets Act and just suggested that I looked at the website.

My return journey followed the river more closely with footpaths, but in the wrong direction (to my way of thinking.) If I am following the river from its source I prefer to do so travelling downstream and in retrospect I could have done it that way round. Eventually I had to go back to the road for the long trudge back to the car. I was well tired, but it was great to be back out again in the outdoors and exploring new territory. 

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Two extracts from Wikipedia:

The dale is closely associated with Lady Anne Clifford, and the ancient road to the east of the river is now part of a long-distance path known as Lady Anne's Way in memory of the Countess of Pembroke, who often travelled along this track while moving between her many castles. It is, however, much older than this and was used by the Romans as a route between Wensleydale and their forts along what is now the A66. A local shepherd found a hoard of Roman coins on Mallerstang


Two brothers from Clapham, Yorkshire, moved to the area in the late 18th century. Richard Faraday became a notable businessman in Kirkby Stephen, where a road is named after him. His younger brother, James, set up as a blacksmith in Outhgill (in the house now called Faraday Cottage). As he moved to London a year before their third child was born, the area narrowly missed being able to claim the great scientist Michael Faraday as a Mallerstang man.


PLEASE CLICK PHOTOS TO ENLARGE. THE WEATHER WAS BETTER THAN THE SMALLER PHOTOS SEEM TO SHOW

The lay-by parking is just behind me.

Wild Boar Fell, the morning cloud just clearing

Aisgill Farm down below in the Eden valley


Crossing the Eden at Aisgill Farm

I reckon these moles must be bumping into each other underground

Mallerstang Edge with snow





Wild Boar now clear of cloud

I think somebody must have given them the paint for that porch

Mallerstang Edge overshadowing Corrugated Iron Shanty Town.
For goodness sake, there should be at least some basic planning regulations?

My son W researched this and tells me this model is going for £2k on Ebay. Let's hope the crims. don't find out.

A dry stone waller - he was a man with a large white beard and few words. He was the only other person apart from Mr Environment Agency I met on the whole walk

A brief glimpse of the Eden on the long trudge up the road towards Outhgill


At last I was able to leave the road and follow these red dots on more path to Outhgill


This monster came over very low. I just managed to get the camera on it as it disappeared

Descending to Outhgill

This and two below: in Outhgill




Outhgill church

This about Lady Ann refurbishing the church in the 1600s.

In the churchyard. In memory of those who died in the construction of the Settle Carlisle railway.
Click to enlarge.

My view of Wild Boar Fell whilst doing my sandwich and coffee

Looking back at Outhgill church with Mallerstang Edge above

A bit more of the River Eden