Birthday Jaunt: the Old Boy on Coniston Old Man

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Over the Easter Weekend we had fog. Lots of it. Not so much a blanket of fog as a well-lofted, thick, winter duvet. We judged the visibility by the number of oaks we could see in the field behind our house: sometimes it dropped to just one, at other times excitement rose when as many as three loomed up through the cloud and we began to imagine that the fog might be thinning and lifting – but no such luck.

Easter Monday was my birthday. A square number, but not 25, despite my best efforts to convince my kids to the contrary.

“What do you want to do on your birthday Dad?”

“What I always want to do on my birthday: climb a hill.”

There was room for some optimism, we were hearing slightly galling reports of wall-to-wall sunshine and soaring temperatures from elsewhere in the country, and the forecast suggested that the fog would be restricted to the coast. The selection of Coniston Old Man for our outing was a cunning ploy on my part; the boys are in Coniston House at their school and Little S has been lobbying for a trip to climb the Old Man since two of his classmates climbed it last year; bragging rights were at stake.

We didn’t get off particularly early and I was pleasantly surprised when we managed to secure a spot in the rough and ready parking area at the top of the metalled section of the Walna Scar Road as late in the day as eleven. As you can see above, it was still foggy then, but we didn’t have to climb far before hints of blue-sky began to appear through the murk. Pretty soon we were stopping to strip off layers as we climbed out of the cloud and into the sun.

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Rather than taking the very popular, and populous, path up to Low Water and onward through the old quarries, we opted to climb the Walna Scar road a little way and then take the path which leaves just short of Boo Tarn. The OS map (see the bottom of the post) shows a path skirting the modern quarry before joining the other route short of the top. In fact, this southern flank of the hill seems to be criss-crossed by paths. We kept choosing the left, western-most option and this eventually brought us directly to the top without meeting the other, busier, Low Water path. Our route, by contrast, was very far from busy: on what became a glorious, sunny bank-holiday Monday, we met only two other walkers between the Walna Scar road and the summit.

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Booth How?

It does look, on the map, like a rather featureless and perhaps tedious route, but actually the hillside is studded with small crags and some much larger, quite impressive rocky knolls.

Once we left the fog, the temperature rose quite dramatically. Just a few days before I’d seen a brimstone, my first butterfly of the year, much later than my first encounter usually falls. Now we had an embarrassment of riches, there were butterflies everywhere; I suspect peacocks and tortoiseshells, though none of them would stop to pose for a photo. The birds were thriving too: skylarks, meadow pipits and wheatears all welcoming with song the sudden arrival of proper spring weather.

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We hadn’t gone too far before Little S decided that it was time for a refueling stop.

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We found a real suntrap at the base of another rocky knoll…

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Like me, B wasn’t hungry. I busied myself faffing with my stove and making a brew, but he clambered on the rocks of the knoll.

Here he is at the top….

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(The photo was taken from the same spot as the one above, which shows the extent of the FZ200’s zoom.)

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We had to pause a little longer for some more clambering on rocks. (The camera was obviously watching at this point, I usually choose to look away – it’s better for my stress levels.)

Eventually, we were away again….

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It was really quite hot now and Little S was making fairly heavy weather of it, so we began to count steps together and got a reasonably steady rhythm going. A and B were already setting a cracking pace, but liked the idea of step-counting and so they joined in too.

Our westward trending route was bringing us sufficiently round the shoulder to reveal great views of the cloud drifting across Dow Crag.

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We were in no particular hurry and soon stopped for a second extended lunch break.

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To the south and west Morecambe Bay and the Irish Sea were still hidden beneath a sea of cloud. The views were pretty special.

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For the next leg of our ascent, S devised a variation in our step-counting regime: every 100 steps was rewarded with a sweet. And after 1000 steps, he plonked himself down for another rest….

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The hill standing out of the cloud on the right is Black Combe, whilst the hills just barely poking out of the fog on the left are Kirkby Moor – we could pick out the wind farm on the moor.

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I don’t always get to climb a hill on my birthday, but I’ve usually managed to fit something in at least close to the big day. A few occasions stand out of the fog of memory. My 28th for example – I was on Liathach above Torridon in the North-West Highlands with a couple of friends from work. The day had started sunny and pleasant, but on the ridge we were enveloped in cloud ,with no sign of a view until, with no real warning, the cloud lifted and broke in the space of just a few minutes. I celebrated my 30th by climbing Beinn Bhan with my brother. It was another glorious sunny day, this time with a fair bit of snow to add to the mix. Beinn Bhan is a great hill in its own right, but it also has superb views of Ben Nevis and the Aonachs, although it’s the lunch I particularly remember from that day – our kid had packed cheese and biscuits and some champagne which he had chilled by filling a plastic bag with snow and packing that around the bottle of fizz.

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They certainly haven’t always been blessed with decent weather; a very drab and soggy day with a gaggle of friends on Whitbarrow springs to mind. On that occasion, I think that the party afterwards was more enjoyable than the walk. I haven’t always had company either – one year I climbed Crinkle Crags on my own after work. I went via Crinkle Gill and I particularly remember the clatter of large icicles toppling off the rocky walls of the ravine as I scrambled along the streambed.

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The summit, and its attendant crowds, came as something of a surprise. I was anticipating that we would still have some way to go, but A and B – who had got a little way ahead of the rest of us – came running back, excitedly exclaiming that we had ‘made it’. They’d left their rucksacks near the huge summit structure (cairn doesn’t quite seem to fit) and now carried S’s bag the rest of the way for him.

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On the summit, Scafells in the background.

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Brim Fell, Swirl How, Wetherlam and Low Water.

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Dow Crag.

We took the Low Water path down. It was still quite busy, even though it was now getting into late afternoon.

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It had it’s compensations though – the kids were very excited by this lingering patch of snow….

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I suppose that some people might feel that the abandoned mine-workings are unsightly, but I was intrigued: I ought to find out more about them.

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When we arrived home that evening, it was to find that the weather was really improving there too…

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….the number of visible oaks was fast approaching double figures.

Coniston Old Man Map

For Little S, the phrase ‘Birthday Hill’ is indelibly linked to Carn Fadryn on the Lynn Peninsula. For me, it tends to be a different hill each year. Liathach, Bienn Bhan and Crinkle Crags have been some of the best amongst them, but none of those birthdays was particularly recent. The Old Man is destined to stand out as a highlight amongst those many birthday hills.

Now, next year I have a ‘Big One’ pending, one of those birthdays which tend to be regarded as a milestone (or a millstone? – depending on your point of view) and double a square number to boot. What shall I climb next year, I wonder?

Birthday Jaunt: the Old Boy on Coniston Old Man

Cove Road Nuthatch

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Finally back from Liverpool and we were enjoying an Easter weekend family stroll across the Lots to the Cove and home again – just a short leg-stretcher.

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I was without my glasses again; I’m not advocating short-sightedness, but without my spectacles, the nuthatch in the sapling by Cove Road looked surprisingly exotic and very, very yellow. I wondered what I was seeing and needed the camera’s assistance to focus on and identify it as a nuthatch.

Cove Road Nuthatch

Liverpool: More Homework

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The king to all who wish to have burgages in the town of Liverpool, greeting. Know that we have granted to all who take up burgages at Liverpool that they shall have all the liberties and free customs in the town of Liverpool as enjoyed by any other free borough on the seacoast in our land. And so we command that you may travel there safely and in our peace in order to receive your burgages and to live there. In testimony of this we send you our letters patent. Witness Simon de Pateshull, at Winchester, 27 August in the 9th year of our reign.

With these few words, in a document known as a letter patent drawn up in 1207, King John announced the foundation of Liverpool, a newly planned town alongside a tidal creek known as ‘le pool’ in the Mersey estuary.

from 1215 The Year Of Magna Carter by Danny Danziger and John Gillingham

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In one of those happy coincidences which seem surprisingly, but which, in the normal course of things are probably almost bound to happen now and again, I was reading 1215 when we went to Liverpool, without having realised in advance that I would learn something about the town’s foundation in doing so.

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I previously read The Year 1000 by the same authors, and like that book, found 1215 really fascinating reading.

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A had art homework set over the Easter break: take photos of four interesting buildings.

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She enlisted my help and I can honestly say that this was the most enjoyable homework I’ve never been set (if you see what I mean). The pair of us felt free to wander around the town unselfconsciously snapping away.

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A’s favourite TV programme is ‘Grand Designs’ and at one point it was her ambition to be an architect, so this homework was right up her street.

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A was impressed with the city centre’s wealth of Victorian splendour and opined that Lancaster had nothing to compare. Well, Lancaster is a lot smaller than Liverpool, and its buildings are generally smaller too, but I told her that she was being unfair and that she and I should have a wander around Lancaster with a similar brief to see whether we can see it from a visitor’s perspective, through new eyes.

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It wasn’t just the older buildings we admired, however; A was really impressed with the ramps on this multi-storey car-park, in fact, I think it made her final four.

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Whilst I liked this entrance to the Odeon Cinema…

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She didn’t know it when she took the photos, but A now has to use one of her pictures as the inspiration for artwork in the style of the Austrian artist Friedensreich Hundertwasser.

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It seems that Hundertwasser was himself an architect, although we didn’t come across any buildings in Liverpool even remotely in the style of the fantastical structures he designed (scroll down to the bottom of the page in the link above if you’re intrigued – they are definitely worth a look).

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We finished our short trip with one last wander down to the river and along past the docks.

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When we asked, before the holidays, where the kids wanted to go for a late-booked escape, S suggested Greece (because it’s the original home of the pizza he tells me) A wanted to go to ‘where goat’s cheese is made’, and B said (as he usually does) ‘Stay at home’. TBH would have preferred Amsterdam, but chose Liverpool in the face of the rest of the family’s indifference to that idea.

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I think that Liverpool surprised us all to some extent.

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And we didn’t get to either of the Cathedrals, to the Walker Art Gallery, to Speke Hall or Knowsley Safari Park, Formby beach or Rufford Old Hall.

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It’s conceivable that I might even be persuaded to go back.

Liverpool: More Homework

Liverpool: Saint George’s Hall

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We walked past St George’s Hall several times on our visit, but on the last afternoon dived in to take a quick look around.

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No one was manning (or womanning) the entrance, which was probably a good thing because I think that we were entering just as the place was supposed to be closing.

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It’s all very opulent inside.

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I’m always pleased to find a stained glass portrait of our George doing the dastardly deed to the poor old dragon.

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Perhaps not surprising to find a particularly fine, and huge, example here.

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Here they are again, but this time George is looking very Roman rather than the medieval knight he usually seems to appear as.

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Liverpool: Saint George’s Hall

Liverpool: Dazzle Ships

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Everybody Razzle Dazzle by Peter Blake (otherwise the Mersey ferry Snowdrop)

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Dazzle Ship by Carlos Cruz-Diez

Dazzle painting played a vital role in the protection of British naval and trade vessels during The First World War when it was introduced in late 1914 as a system for camouflaging ships. This dazzle camouflage was employed to optically distort the appearance of British ships in order to confuse the German submarines who were threatening to cut off Britain’s trade and supplies. The optical illusion imposed by the ‘dazzling’ was intended to make the direction the ship was travelling in difficult for enemy submarines to identify. This would in turn lead to a difficulty in calculating an accurate angle of attack.

More here.

Liverpool: Dazzle Ships

Liverpool: Radio City Tower

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This was another inspired idea, gleaned from a post on Down by the Dougie: for a fee, you can get the disconcertingly quick lift to the top of the Radio City Tower and enjoy huge vistas over the City.

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Even on a gloomy day it was spectacular.

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You can find out a little more about the tower’s history here.

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It’s quite dizzyingly tall. In retrospect, although it was very high on my hit-list of Things Which Must Be Done In Liverpool, it’s probably a good thing that we didn’t go up there on either of the previous days when the sun had been shining, but there had also been a gale blasting in off the river. I overheard one of the radio stations employees mention sea-sickness and I concluded, rightly or wrongly, that the nausea had been induced by the swaying of the tower in the wind.

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My hit-list also included visiting one or both of the cities cathedrals, but we didn’t make time for that, so it was good to get reasonable views of them both from the tower.

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Royal Liver Building.

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The World Museum and the Central Library – you can see the roof terrace from where we’d had a previous view of the Liverpool skyline.

Liverpool: Radio City Tower