On Wednesday, grouse moors begin shooting.
Last week, I got an old Wainwright fell guide. I'd noticed this comment today, written back in 1974 when I was a toddler.
I met teachers from Yorkshire waiting for their small bubble to complete their @DofE - complimented them on getting them out on the moors.
They knew about the unsustainable mess 'driven grouse shooting' had got itself into back home. Met their student explorers 10 minutes later.
I'd visited this moor before, but that was before I'd met @IoloWilliams2 and learned what to look out for.
This moor is used by a local college to train young gamekeepers to kill wildlife legally.
Here's their genuine recruitment video. Not a spoof.
The college is in dire straits now and due to shut in a year. Personally, I'm not sure they were keeping up with the times, the new drive for sustainable rural environments & the changing nature of our countryside.
But it's a truly sad outcome for young students in Cumbria.
The state of the college made me concerned about how/if they were keeping things right on the moor.
Gamekeepers use traps to legally kill wildlife but must check them regularly & comply with law.
The old traps looked neglected but...had no mechanisms?
Perhaps they'd given up?
I saw odd fenceposts through my binoculars...surely the pole traps (illegal for over a century) found in Scotland & elsewhere weren't out on a training moor?
As I walked towards them - this. I told you it was fun!
More posts marked where 'medicated grit' was laid, to keep birds well enough to be shot dead.
(Sounds a bit like being prison doctor on Death Row to me).
But I'd not found illegal traps. This year.
I found some elsewhere last year.
Tell you about them tomorrow.
Oh. Deer!
There's sadly the need for another petition, due to the inaction by government to deal with moorland burning, flood risk & carbon release linked to erosion, bird of prey persecution, poisoning & illegal trapping.
Recently, a well-meaning national park worker posted a photo of The Howgills. Got ten times the usual "likes" but also caused a PILE-ON due to the overgrazed, bare land it showed. No point repeating it.
Instead, I bought a book and went for a look.
a THREAD: LOVELY / DESOLATE ?
Alfred Wainwright understated most things in his guides. How hard these walks can be. How beautiful they can be. But he leaves plenty of clues.
Like his amazement at seeing a single tree here.
As he wrote "even God has been driven out"
Alfred found loveliness & desolation here.
Just after his visit, a film was made: "The Dale That Died". You can watch it for free here thanks to @BFIPlayer
(Watch the first 3 & last 3 mins if you're in a terrible rush).
Visit @farfieldmill near Sedbergh this week or soon!
There’s a brilliant contrast of beautiful and ‘terrible’ things to see.
But most of all, there’s this: “Through The Locking Glass” - a collection of work created during lockdown by dozens of Cumbria’s creatives.
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Here’s the ‘terrible’ in both senses...
William ‘a young boy untroubled by any schooling’ worked at the mill. He ran away and was found by sniffer dogs. He was soon accidentally skinned by a waterwheel. Later, he survived the flu at 17 and finally retired. After 86 years of service.
Fancy coming for a walk round ours? Tried something new...I took a photo (in any direction) every 100 metres.
You don’t need to go that far, or reach summits to escape.
Dog-friendly stile.
Two pairs of snipe? seemed as surprised as me.
Landmark trees.
Tractor ballet.
I’ve finally mown mine. First time since Spring. Three small bales.
Himalayan Balsam. Bees might like it but no one else does.
I can see the woods from here!
The ‘Huttonwood’ Walk of Fame. They’ll be glad of that when they look back...
I’m back. (I know. You didn’t know I’d gone. It’s OK).
Had an unplanned adventure yesterday. It went meanderingly well. Looked for fungi first, for BBC radio.
Overheard one of this trio reading aloud. They told of the local ‘Grumbletrog’. I knew exactly what they meant.
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I once read a story aloud outdoors about the Raven of Eycott Hill. Bit intimidating as the writer and her family turned up.
And she is very tall and beautiful. I am neither.
She writes & draws story maps for nature reserves.
They enjoyed their Grumbletrog tale trail.
Then this
It felt like the government asking for donations to run their nature reserves? Well, I’d heard schools had been doing the same for ages. Natural England is ‘independent of government’ and skint?
I’d missed a nearby village’s exhibition but this cheered me up after that thought.
First walk for weeks with John.
Neither of us had been before.
And I thought he’d been everywhere.
We sploshed east of Shap summit (Wainwright somehow missed this one) to Bretherdale.
A lovely little valley. Turned out to be filled with abandoned farms. Not sure why.
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The farms must have been tiny. And working incredibly hard, arguably against the nature of this wild place.
Bit of a change from Missing Cat.
Think we might have found it, anyway.
And a wall gap that might explain why you missed your turn off.
‘Here be dragons’...
More former farms. Much more recently abandoned?
Still got glass windows. Taps.
And look carefully, I think that’s a satellite dish..?
After Windermere's sunshine and swallows over Claife Heights, I was feeling short of what Alfred Wainwright called "featureless desolation, and solitude, and silence"...
Welcome to Wasdale, near Shap.
Low cloud 'CLAG' was a bonus. AW had promised:
Terry Abraham was over in the other Wasdale that day filming handsome folk & fells. (Bet he'd have rather been over here with the wild Angelica).
Then the clouds lifted. I'd not noticed that the Shap Summit Memorial had it's own memorial before...
Gordon's widow & friends came up to Shap in 2013, on this, his 1955 bus. To remember Gordon and everyone up there. It's a hard place.
I followed the Roman road, away from the traffic.
It soon gets quiet.
Never really gets dry.