ARCHIE &
CHEVIOTS trip to the LAKE DISTRICT 30 JUNE
2009
We are the new Lads on the block,
only being adopted by Dad this month, Archie in Peebles &
Cheviot in Northumberland. We heard Dad tell Uncle Brian that he
was taking him for day out to the Lake District, so imagine our
surprise and joy when he said that we could come along too.
The first part of the journey was
north along the M6 motorway. At one point this passes through
what is known as the Lune Gorge, with hills towering on either
side. These were the Howgill Fells, and as we continued north we
could see the Lakeland Fells too. It made us realise what a brave
and intrepid group STAG are.
Dad told that when he is going
walking he often leaves the motorway at junction 40 then heading
west towards Keswick. Later we were to pass close by Keswick, but
first today Dad continued to the next junction to exit. This was
near the place called Catterlan. Here we headed west along a
delightful road for a few miles. Then we turned left off this and
passing through the village of Hesket Newmarket, and finally to
Caldbeck. As we had rode along, more hills had come into view and
we heard Dad tell Uncle Brian he had climbed them all.
At Caldbeck we stopped to visit the
church. Immediately by the gate was this stone.
This is The Roughton Stone. In the
19th century it was used in its original circular form
to process mineral in the mining area of Roughton Gill, near
Caldbeck. It has been placed here in tribute to the mining men
and their families who lived and worked in the Gill for four
hundred years, and who now lie at rest in the churchyard.
Walking up the path we saw this
stone that was the base of an ancient cross. Dad kindly took our
picture sitting on it. Archie is on the left
The church is dedicated to St
Kentigern, also known as St Mungo, who went round preaching
Christianity to the pagan people. There are a number of churches
with these names in the area, which are indicative of his route.
Here is its interior.
The first stone church was built in
Norman times, but of this only a section of the wall visible on
the left of the chancel remains. The church has been enlarged and
altered over the ages, and when a larger chancel arch was built,
the original was incorporated into the entrance of the porch.
As we walked up into the chancel we
saw this ancient gravestone to Thomas de Bray, dating from about
1250.
On either side of the path there
are many graves, and this one in particular is perhaps the reason
why many people visit here.
It is of John Peel, a Cumberland
farmer who kept a pack of foxhounds and hunted in the traditional
Lake District manner where the hounds are followed on foot. He
died in 1854 aged 78, and is remembered forever in the words of
the song D'ye ken John Peel. John Woodcock Graves
penned the words. It is said that the two men met one night at
Gravess house to arrange some hunting matter. The
grandmother of Graves's children was singing a child to sleep
with an old nursery rhyme known as Bonnie Annie, or Whar wad
Bonnie Annie lie, and Graves became struck by the idea of writing
a song in honour of Peel to the tune the old lady was singing. He
completed a version before Peel left the house.
Finally, in the song the words are
"his coat so gay", but it is probable that is should be
"coat so grey", referring the Hodden grey cloth woven
from the fleece of the Herdwick sheep grazed in the area.
Before leaving Dad took this
picture of the church.
The centre of the village was just
a short drive, and Uncle Brian and Dad went and had a snack at
The Old Smithy café and fairtrade shop.
Meanwhile we went for a walk. There
is a stream running through the village behind which are these
pretty cottages.
Here we are on the bridge over the
stream that leads to the cottages.
Well it was time to move on and Dad
drove us through the beautiful countryside, first to the tiny
hamlet of Whelpo, where this graceful bridge spans the beck.
Soon now we were on the open
commons and Dad stopped so that we could all look at the scenery
and he pointed out too, where he, STAG and Uncle Eric had walked
a few weeks ago, and where Grizzly had finally climbed to his
last Wainwright summit. These cows and calves sat unconcernedly
by the roadside.
Distantly we could see even higher
mountains, which we were in fact soon to pass directly below. Dad
told us that the highest was Skiddaw, just over 3000ft. He has
climbed these with STAG of course as has been said before,
they really are intrepid. We now skirted the town of Keswick and
turned off the main road to pass through the village of
Braithwaite and climb up the Whinlatter Pass, stopping at the
Forest Park Visitor Centre.
This was so that we could all go
and see the live pictures of the ospreys, nesting on the eastern
side of Bassenthwaite Lake. In fact just above the road we had
driven along earlier. There are three chicks (all female it was
determined a few days later), and we could see them clearly and
the adult female too. The male was sitting on his favourite post
by the lake and did not put in an appearance. The chicks were
only about 5 weeks old, but we were amazed how large they had
grown. We spent quite a while watching them absolutely
fascinating. After having a snack at the café, Dad then kindly
took our picture by this sculpture, to mark our visit.
One of the reasons we think that
Dad is so drawn to the Lake District is that on his Mums
side his ancestors came from the north lakes in the Cockermouth
area. He has done some research, and discovered that his great,
great, grandfather, John Bateman, was a farmer and lived between
1800 and 1875. Dads Mum said that with his dogs he drove
his sheep over Whinlatter Pass the very road we had driven up and
down today. Also she said that he hunted with John Peel. Whether
it is true or not he certainly was alive at the same time.
It was time to set off for home,
and to complete Uncle Brians day Dad took us through the
heart of the Lake District passing by Thirlmere, then over
Dunmail Raise to Grasmere and Ambleside. All around were fells
and mountains, which needless to say had been climbed by STAG and
Dad. Exciting though it must be we were quite content to admire
the scenery from the car.
What a wonderful day we had had,
and we could not wait to tell our friends at home all about it.
Thank you Dad!