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Hidden walks?
After an interesting and, at times, fairly well drawn-out process, I’ve managed to get a little walking pamphlet published. I don’t expect it will ever rub shoulders with, or even scrape the boots of loftier tomes like Wainright’s Pictorial Guides to the Lakes, Bragg’s Land of the Lakes or the AA’s Best Lakeland Pub Crawl…
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Born sloppy .NUTS
Karl and Rick, Warehouse MCR, 12/04/24 Hmmnn, so it looks like it’s been a fair while since I last scrawled something on here. Nothing more or less to do with anything other than the title of this piece I’m afraid: a deep and unsettling apathy toward the general state of the world and the lack…
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Three pictures of my dog
The larger of the two tiny ponds in our little garden is looking very sorry for itself. In fact, it’s looking like a new and frightening lifeform is about to emerge. The hedgehog who prickled its way over the cobbles for a quick evening slurp in April has long since sought a less hazardous watering…
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Spaniards on the port bow
Bluebell wood, Rusland valley ‘Invasive species’ is a heavily loaded pair of words to bandy about in 21st century Britain and I do so with trepidation, especially having had the misfortune this week to catch a couple of Richi’s henchpeople on the radio. Their words left me in no doubt that they drift off every…
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Millstones
Feeling my age on Humpty Dumpty Hill, Burton in Kendal So I had one of those milestone birthdays recently. I suppose I’d been fearing its onset pretty much since the last one, and it didn’t disappoint. There’s something disturbing about the number 50 and its existential half-way baggage. Half-way to what…..paradise?! So near, yet so…
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Time to wake up…
Though this week’s weather forecast might send me scuttling back to the handy local paths and bridleways we Burtonians are lucky enough to stagger around in winter. Farleton Knott, looking north The young man’s careless spirit of adventure that once scoffed at the perils of scraping up ice-bound Sharp Edge in a mouldy pair of…
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Come on England, I suppose…
Unnamed tarn, Heathwaite. Very heartening the other day to find this bewitching little body of water brimming with the good stuff after it spent most of 2022 emptier than a politician’s promise. Plenty of recent rain has accompanied unseasonably balmy temperatures in autumnal South Lakeland – might we be in for one of those cold,…
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Road to somewhere
Bonfire night, and a sunset in a north-easterly sky. Rare autumnal sun this year, plunging into Morecambe Bay behind me and Jessie on Hanging Hill enflamed the arse-end of a front that had plagued us all day. She bothered a scratty stick while I gathered a few rain-fattened waxcaps; then the mysteries of temperature differentials…
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