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Presidents Meet, George Starkey Hut - October

The first day of the 2021 President’s Meet dawned unexpectedly fair and so afforded the opportunity for arriving members to grab a little extra time on the hills, some with a quick sprint up Place Fell, others enjoying the reverse vista of the Helvellyn range from above Pooley Bridge.

Place Fell on Friday afternoon

Julie near the stone circle

The moody, low moorland at the northern end of Ullswater looks, at first glance, like an empty, featureless place, but closer inspection reveals a landscape dotted with Bronze Age mysteries. Many of the depressions are shake holes, naturally formed by the interaction of water and the underlying limestone. The most impressive of these remains is the Cockpit Stone Circle, estimated to be between 3500 and 5000 years old. Like other stone circles in Cumbria, such as Castlerigg and Long Meg and Her Daughters, it remains an enigma. Whatever its ancient origin, it presents a beautiful view across Ullswater towards Glenridding and Patterdale, the usual starting point for club activities in these hills.

Saturday saw three groups of varying ambition leave the hut in reasonable weather, with low cloud and a gathering south westerly making for lively sailing conditions on the Ullswater steamer.

The wind forecast also revised the main group’s proposed route up Nethermost Pike to the plateau, heading instead straight for Grisdale Tarn (very gusty), over Dollywaggon to a considerable gale on Helvellyn and down via Sticks Pass. On the way down from Sticks they passed a wet DofE group on day one of their Silver expedition, what a weekend to have chosen. After a nifty 5 hours they were back for tea in the hut by 3pm.

Aira Force was another choice on the day, where fallen trees and branches have caused havoc in the lower falls, then on to the bracing summit of Gowbarrow Fell. The car park at the entrance to the falls was also a staging post for three members who chose the undulations of the Ullswater Way, again from Pooley Bridge, through lush farmland, bracken coated hillsides and glimpses of the lake, to the gusty promontory of Skelly Neb where even the sturdy tourist boats were turning back for shelter.

Stormy time on the lake

Ullswater Way
Heather and Julie with the local wildlife

Gusty weather and misty tops

The President’s dinner was a delicious menu of avocado bruschetta (on secret recipe toast), red pepper soup, chicken on celeriac mash with gorgonzola sauce and veg, bread and butter pudding and an array of petits fours, provided in fine style by Andy and a team of happy helpers in the Starkey kitchen.

Start of the dinner

The President’s dinner was a delicious menu of avocado bruschetta (on secret recipe toast), red pepper soup, chicken on celeriac mash with gorgonzola sauce and veg, bread and butter pudding and an array of petits fours, provided in fine style by Andy and a team of happy helpers in the Starkey kitchen.



All this in the excellent company of Daniel Albert, the ABM Covid advisor. It is reassuring to know that the observance of unlocking rules and hut safety have been considered by the club and balanced with common sense to ensure our continued freedom to roam in high places.

Sunday morning was atrocious but, undeterred, there were two low level excursions to blow the cobwebs away and some Christmas stocking fillers were tracked down in the Glenridding Craft Market by the less adventurous contingent.

Paul on Arnison Crag

Mike and Paul ventured out up the steep path towards St Sunday Crag and shortly after the first gate broke off the path to climb a faint trod upto the Birks.
They traversed the hill and picked up a series of paths to return along the ridge to Arnison Crag and then steeply back down to Patterdale.
Along the ridge the sun briefly came out!

It may be too soon to say, but 2022 is looking good – or better at least!

Finally the President would like to give a big thank you to Andy Hayes and Ian Mateer and the cooking team for another great meal in good company.

Maps of the walks are available.

Attendees: Andy Burton, Heather Eddowes, Julie Jones, Andy Hayes, Ian Mateer, Mike Goodyer, Don Hodge, Judy Renshaw, Paul Stock, Daniel Albert, Mike and Marian Parsons.

Report by Julie Jones (with additions from Andy B and Mike G)

Brecons Meet - October

It was a good feeling on the Friday to pull into the car park of the New Inn at Bwlch for another meet in the Brecon Beacons. Neil, the owner, had used the Covid lockdowns to modify the bunkhouse with a new kitchen and less bunk rooms. The pub has also had a makeover. As we were later to find out the beer and food were up to the usual standard. So, in my opinion, a general improvement.

On Mynydd Troed

In the afternoon five of us walked up the Beacons Way along the ridge to top of Mynydd Troed, over looking Llangors Lake to get an appetite for dinner. The sun broke through the clouds in the late afternoon and we could see the top of Pen y Fan was just in cloud.

Brecon ponies

Llangors Lake

In the evening seven of us enjoyed a good meal and the comforts of the bunkhouse, while four others were enscounced in a cottage near Brecon.

On the Saturday the cloud was low, but undeterred we had the Brecons Horseshoe complete. The group of four spent the day on Fan Fawr, with glimpses through the cloud (On Friday they were on Pan y Fan).

Marcus and Margaret enjoying the view

Brocken spectre

cloud clearing off the peaks on Friday

The bunkhouse crew all sent off from the Storey Arms in the gloom and headed up the well laid path up to Corn Du. Despite the weather the top two car parks were full by 9:30am, a busy weekend. On the way we were passed by what seemed most of Army heading down to the lorries waiting at Storey Arms (- end of a route march?). We reached the top in cloud, along with many other walkers.

Storey Arms middle car park in the gloom

Bunkhouse crew atop of Corn Du

It was an atmospheric day with glimpses of the mountains of the horseshoe throughout the morning. After decending from Pen y Fan Andy and Steve broke away from the ascent of Cribyn to follow the Taff Trail/Beacons Way back to the bunkhouse via the Talybont Reservoir and the canal - total of 16 miles ( A project of Steves - Good effort! See below for a personal account.). The rest of us continued up Cribyn and the cloud lifted and we had better view. After a lunch down near the dismantled Neuadd Reservoir we headed up to the Graig Fan Ddu ridge back towards Corn Du and down the path to return to the busy car parks.
We returned back to the bunkhouse for refreshment and met up with Marcus, Michele, Mike and Margaret.
A good day followed by an excellent dinner.

Horseshoe -Corn Du, Pen y Fan and Cribyn

A clear and cold morning greeted us on Sunday. The weather improved as the morning went with a warm sun and little wind.

Nine of us drove down to Crickhowell and had a pleasnat walk from the town to the Llangatwg escarpment and disused quarries.
Leaving the village of Llangatwg we walked along the old tramway of the quarry, which was well marked. A short but very steep pull up the side of a forest led us to the upper tramway - here there were extensive views of the Usk Valley and the Sugarloaf above Abergevanny. We could also look across to Pen Cerrig calch, which we had walked over on a previous visit.

View across the Usk Valley

We then followed the old tramway round to the old quarries/nature reserve, taking in the views and spotting ravens. After lunch we returned, via a gentle descent through a series of fields, to the canal and old lime kilns.

Upper tramway

the Llangatwy escarpment

We leisurely walked along the canal before turning off to get back to Crickhowell.
The weekend was rounded off by a late afternoon call into a sunny cafe in the town.

Lime kilns at the canal

Tea time!

A great weekend with good food and company. We were all sorry that Paul, the meet organiser, couldn't make the weekend. We're already looking forward to returning next year.

'The Pen- y -Fan to Bwlch alternative walk' - by Steve Caulton

With apologies to HG Wells -

"No one would have believed, in the early hours of that Saturday morning that minds, far less intelligent than those of their fellow companions, planned a walk from the pinnacle of Pen-y-Fan back to the comforts of Bwlch. Across the gulf of open countryside they regarded the adventure with envious eyes and slowly and surely they drew their plans against getting back and looking done in".

And so it was that Andy and I took up Mike's kind offer of a lift to The Storey Arms where the whole meet gathered for the walk up Pen-y Fan. A steep ascent for dodgy knees but the only one of the day for Andy and myself.

Our route called for no more climbing as time was of the essence.

On the descent to the base of Cribyn, the grey mist lifted to show our footpath Southeast along The Beacons Way National footpath. That magnificent trek snaking its 99 mile way from Abergavenny through The Beacons and the Black Mountains to its finish at Llangadog. At the bottom of the mountain we said our farewells to the intrepid climbers and with a wave worthy of Mallory and Irving we struck out along the stony path heading for the slopes of Fan-y-Big. There it seemed as if half a dozen coach trips had decided to go up at the same time and it was no disappointment to save that undertaking for another time.

No mist now and a clear view ahead as we took a flat and straight path South towards Torpantau and the Taf Fechan Forest.

Steve with the Brecons behind

We passed the now waterless Upper Neuadd Reservoir with only a seeming trickle of the Blaen Taf Fechan itself meandering through. The austere looking Victorian dam has given Welsh Water some headaches for many years. Leaking and cracking badly it's a work in progress but worth the effort. Concerns over climate change have reprieved this grand old lady as a valuable future asset against the increased water demands of the good people of Merthyr Tydfil. This current moonscape lies between steep escarpments of mountainous moorland and years hence will see this catchment return the reservoir to a rippling, reflective expanse of clear water, once more mirroring the attributes of Pen-y-Fan, Cribyn and Corn Du.

Talybont Reservoir

We were soon amongst the trees of the Taf Fechan Forest and glimpsing white columns of smoke as we walked along an obvious man made embankment from long ago .Accompanying unmistakable sounds of a steam whistle excited the schoolboy in us and we discovered the Torpantau terminus of The Brecon Mountain Railway. Running northwards from Pant above Merthyr Tydfil, this ten mile return ride skirts the Pentwyn and Pontsticill Reservoirs through a green and pleasant landscape. Now a narrow guage railway it was, until the 1960's,a grown up's size. Wonderful little old engines that look like they should be wound up make this a tourist treat. The ride has gone on the to do list.

Around the corner was the metalled Forestry roadway Eastwards which would take us all the way to the Talybont Reservoir. Time had come for some well deserved lunch and we tucked into our respective tuck boxes, looked at our map and decided it would do us no harm to bolster ourselves with a tot or two of Glayva. For medicinal purposes only of course and we were on holiday after all.

Nearby was the Caerfanell River and its tributary the Nant Bwrefwr. Beginning high up on the plateau East of Fany-y-Big she flows down the valley through wooded hillsides a full ten miles to comprise the Talybont Reservoir and swell the waters of the River Usk .A two mile stretch of these waters holds twenty waterfalls of a most picturesque aspect and from our lunchtime viewpoint we could see the one nearest. A popular visitor attraction with ample car parks to make them worth the drive to see.

Fortified by Scotland's finest we set off at a good pace, aware we still had half the walk to do. An easy surface made for good speed along the tree lined track for around four miles with snatched glimpses of the impressive Talybont Reservoir spurring us on. Before we blindly carried on downwards to the waters edge Andy fortunately spotted the waymark we needed to ascend to higher ground and the route to Bwlch-y-Waun farm. From this path we were afforded the most spectacular views of the Reservoir as it stretched full length towards its dammed extremity and the pretty village of Talybont-on -Usk. The tree spotted valley slopes carpeted with multi shaded grasses and wild foliage were perfectly reflected in the still surface waters and the sky and clouds mirrored in sharp detail.

We left this glassy fascination at the foot of the familiar Tor-y-Foel and took the muddy footpath through farm buildings that can only be described as a model of shambolic neglect and with an impressive collection of motoring paraphernalia and ancient Austin's I haven't seen since the first series of 'All Creatures Great and Small'. Who said farmers are the custodians of the countryside?

Well beyond this scrap and rubbish the path continued along natural terrain and through more pleasing countryside, passing isolated ancient barns and patches of woodland. The nostalgic smell of woodsmoke greeted us as we passed through the busy little farm at Llwyn-y-eos with its excitable dogs and vast array of complicated looking machinery. After that it was a stroll across the fields and meadows with curious faced, chubby bodied sheep watching our every move. I like sheep. They don't try to tread on you like cows.

And then we were at the lock gates on The Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal where we crossed over onto the north side towpath and headed for the unpronounceable village of Llangynidr. It's always a pleasure to walk alongside a canal and we thoroughly enjoyed the boats with their quirky paintwork and eccentric decorations. One had a full sized wooden lady sitting on the pointy end quite proudly, considering whoever created her had carved her with no clothes. As we neared the bridge over the waterway, by the side of the Coach and Horses pub, I was taken with a craving for a cold Guiness. Understandable under the circumstances but the voice of commonsense in the form of the club President wrestled me back from temptation and we pressed on.

Llangynidr is a quaint little place with the very nice Walnut Tree Cafe down by the waterside. Well worth knowing and which we have used before. The road to Bwlch crosses an impressive, narrow, 18th Century stone bridge with five arches. Built for horse and cart its single file traffic only with refuge points for walkers caught halfway across. It spans the fast flowing River Usk and is as scenic a location as you would find anywhere.

Locks at the canal

It's a long pull up from the bridge to The New Inn and wanting to finish in time for dinner we upped the pace. Now the prospect of a mug of hot sweet tea was all the carrot we needed.

My dodgy knee had done me proud thus far but I confessed to Andy that my legs felt like jelly. An unsympathetic "What flavour?" was not the reply I expected but he had long finished his Haribo's and I think he was hallucinating a little. Where the road met the A40 we turned up the driveway of Cornerways House and the permitted path took up sharply uphill through old gates and lush grass to Darren Road. This was a sting in the tail but with no more to come this last half mile was spent green eyed at the new builds and improvements done since last we passed.
We finished to find the gang taking in the sun and beer, relaxed and fragrant with Andy and myself less so and more like two old goats that hadn't even been rained on for about six months.
We declined Ed's offer of a beer and rewarded ourselves with that mug of tea.

All in all a great day. 17 miles of grand and dramatic landscapes, fresh air and greenery, watery splendour and great company. An ambition fulfilled for us both and a walk likely to be repeated another year, knees and Haribo supplies permitting!.

Maps of the walks are available.

Report by Mike Goodyer (and Steve).

Attendees: Ed Bramley, Andy Burton, Steve Caulton, Mike Goodyer, Judy Renshaw, Rick Snell, Alison Henry, Michele Pulsford, Marcus Tierney, Mike and Margaret O'Dwyer.

Swanage Meet - September

After locating the entrance to the hostel from the Swanage one way system the weekend kicked of on Friday afternoon for most of the meet attendees with a walk along the Swanage promenade and up and over Ballard Down to reach the headland with Old Harry’s Rocks.

Old Harry's Rocks
This was a particularly spectacular view as the visibility was crystal clear which allowed views as far as St Catherine’s Point on the Isle of Wight.

The return trip involved a walk along the sandy beach back into Swanage town centre.
After a quick wash and brush up we enjoyed a fish and chip supper at an outside restaurant overlooking the small harbour.

Across to Swanage

Saturdays weather was definitely not as forecasted and began quite dull with low cloud. We set off from the hostel and headed through via Peverell Point to Durleston Park. The Durleston castle and it’s Globe were very quiet and we enjoyed the rising path to Durleston Head.

Team at Peverell Point

Globe at Durleston Park

Near Dancing Ledge

Our hostel host had advised us to take the upper path along the coast to Dancing Ledge. On arrival at Dancing Ledge we split into two teams one returning to Swanage via the Priests Way from and the other pushing on further along the coastal path to Seacombe cliff and Winspit then turning inland to Worth Maltravers.
Refreshments were taken at the Square and Compass pub. The return walk to Swanage was through some typical Dorset farmland on the Priests Way. The weather improved during the afternoon to give some better views on the approach to Swanage.
The Saturday evening meal was a variety of take aways eaten in the hostel kitchen.

Sunday’s walk started from the National Trust Car Park at Corfe Castle. We set off through the town of Corfe Castle and onto Corfe Common which is a natural heathland. We followed the footpath through fields and woods to the west of Kingston. Here we took the road to the car park at Polar Wood and then the footpath to Swyre Head.

Corfe Castle at the start

View from Swyre Head

Towards Kimmeridge

As the weather was much better than forecasted the views were spectacular right down to Durdle Door and beyond in the West and the Isle of Wight in the east.

Corfe Castle from Ridgeway Hill

After a short coffee break we continued on the ridge path to just above the village of Kimmeridge. We stopped for lunch and then crossed the valley fields between the coastal ridge and Ridgeway Hill. Another tremendous view greeted us as we reached the summit of Ridgeway Hill. We followed the ridge eastwards and all the way back to Corfe Castle for afternoon tea before departure.

I would like to thank all the attendees for their participation in what is an unusual venue for an ABMSAC meet however, I make no apologies for its inclusion in our meets calendar as the Isle of Purbeck has many attractive features for our club from walking and mountain biking to challenging sea cliff climbing.

Maps of the walks are available.

Report by Paul Stock.

Attendees: James and Belinda Baldwin, Andy Burton, Heather Eddowes, Mike Goodyer, Julie Freemantle, Judy Renshaw, Don Hodge, Margaret Moore and Paul Stock.

Lake District (Picos Replacement) Meet, George Starkey Hut - September

At last a meet at the hut, my first for 21 months. It was very nice to be there after such a long break. We arrived on Sunday evening in the sunshine and quickly settled in with a very nice chilli con carne made by Mike Goodyer and a couple of glasses of red wine.

On Monday morning we arranged to meet the non hut dwelling meet attendees at the Glenridding pier to catch the earliest ferry to Aira Force. The skies were cloudy with occasional peaks of sunshine.

ferry landing stage
Aira Force ferry

Team on Ullswater Way

View point on Ullswater Way

We set off along the new Ullswater circular path towards Swinburn’s Park passing the memorial seat above Yew Crag.

Close to the shooting lodge we turned west and headed to the summit of Gowbarrow for our first coffee stop. The views from here are truly spectacular and with the visibility towards the Helvellyn range shrouded in spectral cloud Catstye Cam stood out really well. After Coffee we make our way down a rather well trodden path to Dockray. In fact, so well trodden that a team from 'Fix the Fells' were hard at work trying to repair it. We had lunch and some refreshments at the pub in Dockray.

Gowbarrow coffee break

Upper Glencoyne path

Looking down at Upper Glencyne from Sheffield Pike

After lunch we took the path over Watermillock Common to the mouth of the Glencoyne valley. We traversed around the head of the valley to Nick Head. The path was an absolute treat and gave us some great views. From here we passed over Sheffield Pike, Heron Pike and Glenridding Dodd and down into Glenridding to follow the roadside path back to the hut. The evening was spent contemplating our next folly whilst devouring a home made Spaghetti Bolognese (thanks Paul, Editor) with a few glasses of red wine.

On Tuesday morning we set off from the hut for a short drive to Troutbeck to begin our ascent of the western side of the Kentmere horseshoe walk. We followed the old cart track up to Garburn Pass. At Garburn Pass we took the Kentmere Horseshoe path over Yoke, Illbell, Frostwick and on to Thornthwaite Crag.

Troutbeck, ready for the off!

looking towards the Beacon

On the ridge walking to Ill Bell

The Beacon
At the Beacon we stopped for lunch as it was the only place we could feel a slight breeze to ease the blazing sun and prevent us from being fly ridden. After that quick pit stop we descended to Thornthwaite Mouth and followed the stream down to Park Head Fell. From here we took a very faint path to meet the Roman Road descending from between Thornthwaite Crag and Frostwick. We followed this all the way back to Troutbeck. The heat in that valley was incredible and certainly made us very thirsty as we stopped for some refreshments at the Mortal Man on our return to the hut.
Tuesday evening we settled in for a lasagne made by the club President.

Walking down the valley

On Wednesday we opted for another assisted start and purloined a lift from Andy Burton to Bridgend. From here we took the path along the Hartsop above How ridge to the summit of Hart Crag. On arrival at the summit we were afforded some tremendous views across the Lakes in all directions. We followed the path to Fairfield via Link Hause and Scrubby Crag. We took lunch at one of the shelters on the top of Fairfield in the warm sunshine.

Looking along the ridge towards Fairfield

Paul and Mike on ridge towrds St Sunday Crag

Ullswater view

After lunch we descended to Deepdale Hause via Cofa Pike and onwards to the summit of St Sunday Crag. We diverted from the usual descent from St Sunday Crag to take in Gavel Pike. From the bottom of the engineered path from the Birks we turned South East and followed the path to the rear of the Patterdale Hotel. As it had been a warm day we felt the need for some refreshments in the beer garden of the White Lion. On return to the hut we were rewarded with a splendid pasta dish from Ed Bramley washed down with a couple of wines, of course.

The team

On Thursday, as the weather forecast not being as kind as the previous days and the need for an early departure for home for Mike Goodyer and I, we opted for a swift walk over Lantys Tarn and followed the water course path to Greenside mines and back to the hut. An old favourite when the weather isn’t too good.

Michelle on Pinnacle Ridge
Additional notes from Marcus

On the second day Mike O'Dwyer, Michele and I walked up Grizedale splitting up at the junction for Mike to head up to the top of St Sundays Crag. Michele and I continued to climb Pinnacle Ridge. I believe Mike continued on his own to Fairfield and onwards to Red Screes before descending back to the valley.
After completing Pinnacle Ridge we continued to Grizedale Tarn and onwards up Dollywaggon Pike then Helvellyn. We then descended Striding Edge and returned to Grizedale. A hot day out!
Andy and the others caught the boat to Howtown and walked back along the lake shore to Patterdale.

On the third day Andy, Lynne, Gail, Mike, Michele, Karen, Margeret and I walked up to Brothers Water and back.
Disappointingly the Brothers Water Inn was closed on this day.

Marcus on St Sunday Crag

Although we couldn’t enjoy the trip to the Picos Mountains as was in the original 2021 meets calendar the Lake District didn’t disappoint us. Many thanks to all who turned up and enjoyed a few days of fun in the sun and mountains.

Maps of the walks are available.

Report by Paul Stock.

Attendees:Andy Burton, Ed Bramley, Mike Goodyer, Marcus Tierney, Michelle Pulford, Mike and Margaret O'Dywer, Karen, Paul Stock, Gail and Lynne Burton(visitors).

George Starkey Hut maintenance meet - August

We were very fortunate to have dry calm weather which helped us do outdoor jobs as well as indoor ones. Marian (the Hut Warden) had prepared lists of tasks, of which many were of a routine annual deep cleaning variety. Much dusting, cleaning, scrubbing and tidying was attacked with vigour, including the dreaded cupboards which had acquired a layer of dirty mould on the walls. Tony attacked the job with his usual enthusiasm, while Suzanne polished the cobwebby window frames outside until the spiders positively glowed. She did much the same with the hearth, but no spiders benefited. Paint was applied to the bare areas on the mens' dormitory ceiling and the washroom ceiling where repairs had recently been made.

Hard at work

Cleaning up

Dinner time

Marta had a particular flair for wielding the paint brush liberally wherever there was a scar or a mucky bit of wall, and Graham and Sharon scoured out the drying room to a sparkling finish. Paul and Judy sorted out the kitchen and gave it a good spring-clean, and Mike Dunn cleaned, scrubbed and polished the dormitories and washrooms, after clearing out the gutters.

Heather gave the new kitchen fire door multiple coats of varnish, as the bare wood was actually quite nice and paint would have added unwanted thickness anyway. The front door had to have some filler and paint too, as it was scarred and weathered with layers of paint lifting here and there.

Don, our hut maintenance guru of long standing, was more or less everywhere at once, beginning with pruning the trees round the car park, and moving in to address all sorts of fiddly maintenance jobs and problem areas that only he understands how to fix!

Everyone did more tasks than I can put their names to, since I seem to have lost the tick list, but we finished with a nice sociable meal on Saturday night, and by then everything had been ticked off.

Many thanks to these kind folk who turned up to help make the Hut so much nicer for everyone.

Attendees: Don Hodge, Judy Renshaw, Paul Hudson, Mike Dunn, Marta Mills (prospective new member), Heather Eddowes, Tony Westcott, Suzanne Strawther, Graham Uney, Sharon Kennedy, Mike Parsons, Marian Parsons.

Report by Marian Parsons.

North/South Day Walk - August

We all met at the renovated and extended yet still free (but donations appreciated) Coldwell End car park, on the western outskirts of Youlgreave.

Clapper bridge across the River Bradford

Andy, Pat and Lyn near Harthill Moor Farm

We set off down to the River Bradford before continuing along this lovely river valley to a point where we joined the Limestone Way briefly before striking uphill towards Harthill Moor Farm with its neighbouring Castle Ring.

Harthill Moor is a rich prehistoric landscape with several protected Scheduled Ancient Monuments. Crossing the road, after helping an elderly man from the farm start his lawnmower brought the Nine Stones Close Bronze Age stone circle and separate standing stone into view.

Pausing for breath......

Here we walked between the ancient stones and the much older parent rocks of Robin Hood’s Stride (also called Mock Beggar Hall?), very busy with boulderers and their mats. At the side of the woods containing the Hermit’s cave we caught glimpses of the much larger Cratcliffe Tor, which provides more challenging rock climbing with over 200 graded routes.

Lunch time!

On reaching the road we did a little zigzag to gain a path on the other side that took us up and round Rocking Stone Farm and alongside Birchover Wood to cross the road again and drop down to the ancient stone paths that lead to and from Winster.

Here we had lunch at the newly completed play area/fitness park tucked away below the village, before wending our way through the village past the church and through at the side of the cemetery to re-join the Limestone Way, before turning left into Elton to avoid the normally very boggy path round the back of Elton.

Leaving Elton

Local wildlife

Here we again negotiated a little zigzag in the village back street to find the actual footpaths out of the village. Expansive views opened out towards Gratton Moor and Middleton as we crested the hill and walked down to the road. Then back up Cliff Road to the site of the spring water troughs at the edge of the former Bury Cliffe quarry that up until 1940 provided fresh water for the village of Elton.

Information board!

Water troughs

Here some exploring was done as we made our way across the in parts marshy landscape to Rock Farm with its stand of large old Scots pine trees towering above. With a bend in the road having pushed the recent heavy rains across the footpath causing some alternative diversions to be used, we eventually ended up back on the banks of the River Bradford where we made our way up the gently shelving footpath through the trees back up to the road close to where we had parked the cars.

Youlgreave coming into view

Taking the right path along the river back to the village

Todays 10-mile stride in perfect walking weather was enjoyed by seven members.

Atendees: Andy Burton, Martin Whitaker, Pat Cocks, Dick Murton, Lyn Warriss, Michele Pulford and Marcus Tierney.

Report by Andy Burton.

Five club members met for the August walk, after two had had to drop out at the last minute due to family commitments. We were lucky to have the best day of the week for weather, with no rain and enough warmth and sunshine for shorts. We met at Wheeler End Common, just west of High Wycombe, and set off after being asked to move our cars away from the common but nearer to the pub (which turned out to be an advantage at the end!).

Mausoleum from on the way to Bradenham

Hearnton Woods on the way to Bradenham

We went a short way down the road then across fields, over two ridges to the villages of Bradenham and Naphill. From there the numerous paths though woods required some assisted navigation with GPS as well as map and compass (much harder to navigate in Southern woodlands than in the mountains!) and into the grounds of Hughenden Manor. This was the home of Benjamin Disraeli, Prime Minister to Queen Victoria.

Lunchtime log
There we had a lunch stop with good views and a special log seat large enough to take everyone.
Hughenden valley

We continued via a viewpoint with a monument to Isaac D'Israeli, Benjamin’s father, then through woods and around the edges of High Wycombe to West Wycombe.

Group at monument, looking towards the Manor House

Hughenden Manor

Mausoleum at West Wycombe

At this point one of the party stopped at the Hellfire Caves café to rest a problematic knee while the others ascended the hill to the mausoleum and returned over a few more hills to Wheeler End Common.

After some car shuffling most of us were able to stop briefly for refreshments at the Chequers pub. The total distance had been approximately 15 miles (24 Km) with 575m ascent, an enjoyable day out, in good company as usual.

Attendees: Margaret Moore, Mike Goodyer, Mike O’Dwyer, Mitch Sneddon, Judy Renshaw.

Report by Judy Renshaw

North/South Day Walk - July

Tuesday 13th July 2021 - Mam Tor, Derbyshire

Tuesday at 10am saw twelve members park up at the Mam Tor Nick National Trust car park. After introducing three new faces to the usual suspects, we all set off up Mam Tor just as the mizzling cloud that had shrouded the higher hilltops started to clear. By the time we had reached the top of the Shivering Mountain we were afforded clearing views into both the Edale and Hope valleys.

Mam Tor
Heather and Steve work out where they are!

Mam Tor
On the ridge

Ian following his dog

The Peak Cavern opening, which is the largest cave entrance in Britain, with the ruin of the 11th Century Peveril Castle sat above it was clear to see as we walked along the ridge. This castle featured in Sir Walter Scott's longest novel, Peveril of the Peak.

Looking for Hollins Cross

There it is

From Hollins Cross up onto Back Tor great progress had been made in repairing the path since most of us had walked that way last. By the time we got to Lose Hill and then down into Hope, Martin and Pat had taken an alternative path across the fields to Castleton, whilst the rest of us lunched in the grounds of Hope parish church in the sun.

After lunch

Mam Tor area

Taking the bridge over the Peakshole Water, named because it runs from below Mam Tor and through the caverns until it joins with the River Noe just below Hope, we continued across the fields in front of the cement works (Home of the Edale Mountain Rescue Team) and into Castleton making our way through the side streets to the old village square and into the well-hidden Cave Dale.

Here we walked underneath Peveril Castle with a clear view of the garderobe in the south-east face of the keep, (think toilet suspended over a long drop) and carried on up past the air vents from the Peak cavern with their mechanical sounding cool draft into the narrows before turning sharp right and traversing up out onto the grassy moorland above the castle itself.

Here Ian set off in search of the entrance to Titan whilst Marcus regaled us with the story of the finding of this massive underground limestone cave formation.

Passing alongside and through a series of the old lead mining rakes we ended up walking on the little road past Rowter Farm and across the fields inhabited by a mix of sheep flocks and smaller herds of cattle in front of Mam Tor back to the car park.

Attendees were: - Martin Whitaker, Pat Cocks, Pete Hammond, Dick Murton, Lyn Warriss, Heather Eddowes, Dave Matthews, Steve Caulton, Andy Burton, Ian Mateer, Michele Pulford and the walk organiser Marcus Tierney.
Report by Andy Burton

Tuesday 13th July 2021 - East Meon Round, Hampshire

The Southern Walk started at East Meon, Hampshire and made its way up a steep path to the summit of Salt Hill to join the South Downs Way.

The group just below Salt Hill

We then followed the South Downs Way towards Winchester, via Winchester Hill Fort and Beacon Hill. On arrival at Winchester Hill Fort we visited the pop up coffee wagon for refreshments.

hill fort
Winchester Hill Fort

Between the Hill Fort and Beacon Hill we stopped for a lunchtime beer at the Shoe Inn.


Lunch was taken on top of Beacon Hill with great views towards the Solent and the Isle of Wight.

Beacon Hill

After lunch we went down the opposite side of Beacon Hill to Warnford. Past the watercress beds which it is famous for and through a few undulating fields to West Meon.

Walking towards West Meon

From here we headed east through more arable fields, wooded hillsides and some more fields to return to East Meon. A total 17.5 miles and 2400feet of ascent. Not too shabby!

Attendees were: - Mike Goodyer, Margaret Moore, Mitch Sneddon and the walk organiser Paul Stock
Report by Paul Stock

This new addition to the meet calendar was designed as two one day meets over weekend. We had a total of 16 members and guests attend over the two days.the weather was kind to us and the promised rain held off during the walks, although it rained very soon after finishing Sundays walk.

Stanton and Snowshill round - Saturday

Saturdays group ready for the off from Stanton

Several of the group had not met up with each other since the Annual Dinner early in 2020. In addition it was an opportunity for new member Mitch and his partner to meet a few more members. The Cotswolds was a new area for several in the group and todays walk would show off the pretty villages that the area is famous for.

on the way to Stanway

We set off through the village of Stanton and quickly joined the Cotswold Way heading towards Stanway.
We passed perhaps the only thatched cricket pavilion as we entered the village.

Stanway cricket pavilion

Gatehouse to Stanway Manor

The rich colour of the stone was a feature of Stanway.
We walked through the village and set off up the only real hill of the day.
At the top of the hill we have wide ranging views across to Broadway tower. A gentle descent took us to the beautiful village of Snowshill and lunch.

Stanway church

Snowshill appears in the valley

Enjoying a lunchtime break

The Snowshill Arms was very welcoming with a lovely sunny beer garden and a range of Donnington Ales!

Snowshill Arms

Suitably refreshed we left the village and headed onto the Winchcombe Way through woods and then towards Laverton - with a quick look on the map to make sure we took the right path.

Which way now?
Afternoon cricket at Stanton
Stanton and market cross

We were shortly back at Stanton. Afternoon refreshments were taken at the Mount Inn (up a steep hill) on the outskirts of the village, before everyone went their separte ways. Several members were coming along for the Sunday walk as well. Todays walk was around 8.5 miles with 1200ft of ascent.

Seven Springs round - Sunday

Sundays group ready for the off from Seven Springs

The walk today set off along the Cotswold Way around the escarpment above Cheltenham to Leckhampton Hill.

View from the escarpment

The views were extensive, but slightly misty from the escarpment. A coffee stop was taken at the viewpoint on Leckhampton Hill.

coffee break

Devils Chimney

After a short break we continued along the escarpment, taking in the views and enjoying the profusion of wild flowers including orchids. We dropped off the path slightly to see the Devils Chimney - a classic viewpoint of the Cotswold Way.


lunch time

We arrived at Crickley Hill Country Park for lunch. Some people took advantage of the cafe and toilets. After a restful break we continued along the Cotswold Way. We had a good view across the valley of the downhill mountain bike centre on the side of Birdlip.

Downhill mountain bike centre near Birdlip

The next part of the walk was the most excitng - crossing the road at the Air Balloon roundabout! A kindly motorist stopped and let us all cross. After another short dash across the next road we were all safely on the Gloucestershire Way.

which path to follow?

Once we were on the Gloucestershire Way we were walking along fields and green lanes on the short walk back to Seven Springs.

Walking along the Gloucestershire Way.

We were all safely back at Seven Springs by late afternoon and the forecasted rain didn't appear.
Although a couple of members doubted they would go the full distance everybody finished in good spirits. The walk was around 9.5 miles and 900ft of ascent.
Several people drifted off to the pub for refreshments before returning home.

Report by Mike Goodyer, photos from Mike, Mitch, Martha, Judy and Andy.
Attendees: Andy Burton, Paul Stock, Mike and Margaret O'Dwyer, Mitch Sneddon plus Sue, Judy Renshaw plus Jeanie, Mike Goodyer, Heather Eddowes, Margaret Moore, Barbara Swindin, and Martha King plus Paul, Carrie, Becca.

This year’s Peak meet was preceded by an additional layer of Covid-19 admin in line with the BMC guidelines, which was ably monitored by our newest Committee member Daniel Albert in his volunteer role.


Camping became the only real option. Two walks directly from the campsite along less popular footpaths were planned. A 3-metre square gazebo was purchased and a couple of camping gaz stoves were dusted off in order to allow those travelling light to have somewhere to sit outside and cook without having to schlep it all with them, and be socially distanced as is the current norm.

Thanks to Mike Goodyer for bringing half the stuff up from Wiltshire, and helping me set it all up on Friday afternoon before everyone else arrived, and taking it all down again on the Sunday too.

Rest at Pilsbury castle

Mike and I even managed a great little cycle ride along the trail into Hartington village and then back up the upper Dove valley past the Pilsbury motte and bailey castle site, where we paused to admire the view. We then had a brief look to see if the Packhorse at Crowdecote was still going, which it was but not open at that time.We continued to Aldery Cliff, the BMC owned crag in the road gap before wending our way over the hill and back down to the Royal Oak at Hurdlow.

the view towards Hurdlow

Aperitif time

We were in time to meet everyone else and after an aperitif we all enjoyed an outdoor fish and chip supper together.

Looking forward to dinner!

Saturday’s walk started from the tents along the High Peak trail to its northern end and skirted round the edge of the massive limestone quarry at Hindlow, across a series of hay fields in various stages of being cut, dried and harvested.

Leaving Earl Sterndale

As we approached High Wheeldon, 422 m. we dropped down into the village of Earl Sterndale. Here we found the quaint old Quiet Woman pub closed until further notice. We mused on the loss to the community as we made our way around the building back onto the footpath that leads down to the road and across and up onto Parkhouse Hill.

Here at the farm situated at the foot of the hill the farmers had corralled all the sheep ready for shearing, complete with all their lambs in tow. The combined bleating and baahing remained the dominant sound until we had climbed well up above and away from the shearing pens.

Looking down at the farm

Looking back at Parkhouse

We climbed steeply up to the top of Parkhouse, 360 m, the first of two reef knolls which are believed to have existed during the Carboniferous period when the Peak District was covered by a tropical sea. (I usually rely on Ed to refresh our knowledge of things geological, but because he was not able to be with us, I have had to look it up).

With all-round blue-sky views we continued onto Chrome Hill, 425m, where comestibles were consumed whilst enjoying the views both through a large part of the White Peak and across to the more brooding Staffordshire moorland.

Lunch atop Chrome Hill

We then walked around Hollins Hill into the inner valley where the infant River Dove comes from its source nearby at Dove Head under Axe Edge with great views across vibrant wildflower meadows to the southwestern flanks of the two former atolls we had climbed earlier. Continuing back out onto the same fields with their sheep now all feeding quietly with their lambs, but all the ewes looking very shorn.
Judy and Jane
Walking around Hollins Hill
Chrome Hill from the valley

The way back was punctuated by one slight route change to visit the homemade ice cream shop within the Pomeroy farm and campsite.

group Dinner was enjoyed by all those camping, in the Oak Room, and the evening finished with us all sat around the glowing embers of a firepit chatting under the stars until the pleasure of sleeping under canvas once again called time.

Sunday morning the forecast rain came early, and was heavier than we had hoped for, but with Steve Caulton arriving for breakfast and saying it wasn’t raining at Mansfield, a later break in the weather seemed likely. By 11am the decision to strike camp was made. With everything safely packed/squeezed into our cars, we set off up the trail and headed off east up to the Bull int’ Thorn, where a late morning coffee and cake was enjoyed, before walking down into Monyash, making our way through the grounds of the church situated at the back of the sizeable village pond, past Fern Dale, heading for the Neolithic henge monument at Arbor Low with its companion Barrow at Gib Hill.

This atmospheric location with its fallen stone circle and surrounding earthworks, currently swathed in a carpet of buttercups and other wildflowers, with a resident pair of curlews that called us in on our approach, was our late lunch stop. The extensive views under a still quite lowering sky were enjoyed quietly by each person in their own way as befits such an ancient site.

Admiring the earthworks
Arbor Low and meadow

As we began walking back to the trail near Parsley Hay the sun properly broke though again, allowing everyone to arrive back fairly dried out, and ready for their different commutes home.

Steve and I saw everyone away and sat and had a cuppa in the early evening sunshine reflecting on how great it was to be able to do this sort of thing again in the hills, and how much we enjoyed everyone’s company.

Thanks to everyone who attended, and to Josh, Marshall and the team at the Royal Oak, for making it all work, flexing with all the changes thrown at them, for our umpteenth annual visit to this lovely little place.

Report by Andy Burton, photos from Mike, Mary, Martha and Andy.
Attendees: Judy Renshaw, Mike Goodyer, Mary Eddowes, Celine Gagnon, Martha King, Jane Poole, Andy Burton (Meet organiser)
Saturday visitors: Michele Pulford, Mike and Margaret O’Dwyer
Sunday visitor: Steve Caulton

North/South Day Walk - May

Walking along the Derbyshire edges – a trip down memory lane

We met at Grindleford station café and ordered pints of tea, and the mind went back to half a century ago when, as a teenager undertaking my DofE and was climbing on the edges most weekends, I had first visited this iconic place. Back then, there was a booking hall window where you ordered your meal, and the proprietors were the elderly man who once operated the signal box, and his wife. And a large breakfast with a pint of tea was only 50p.

Ready for the off

But enough of these reminiscences. Our walk starts with a climb, up and onto the level of the edges that dominate the landscape, with a good track running south for four miles, right the way to our lunch stop.

Ian and Ed discussing the merits of 'elephants backsides' at the base of the viewing rock

Once onto the edges, we stop by the first boulder and several of us indulge in climbing about on it, and also sampling the view northwards up the Derwent valley, looking towards the double peak summit that is Win Hill. The weather is surprisingly mild after the cold turns we have experienced in recent weeks and we make the most of it. Before we reach Froggatt edge, we spot a small herd of deer on the moor just behind the edge. There are a few people out climbing on the edge, but Valkyrie pinnacle is not on anybody’s list when we arrive.

The massif of Curbar edge is the next block of gritstone we pass by, its many routes hidden from view as we pass above the crag. Soon we have arrived at Curbar gap, and I’m reminiscing to another of the group about a detective book I’ve just read that is centred on this whole area.

Looking south from Curbar Edge

Already in the distance we can see the Eagle stone sitting atop Baslow edge, and it’s not long before we have arrived there. Another memory of soloing up this 20 foot high boulder (not to mention reversing the route for the descent) in my younger days, but definitely not today. In days gone by, it was a test young men to climb the boulder to prove their fitness for marriage! Almost immediately, we arrive at our lunch stop, the Wellington monument, which overlooks Baslow and the Chatsworth estate, although a selective lopping of some of the birch scrub would reveal both the monument and the vista even better.

After our lunch stop, the path makes a slow descending traverse to Curbar and Calver and behind and to the side of us, we can see an ominous wall of grey over the Chatsworth estate. Despite a few spots, the body of the shower passes over Stoney Middleton, the dark grey curtain accompanied by several cracks of thunder. PHOTO 5 Our path then resorts to road for a short while, descending to Calver and the river Derwent, where Marcus is lucky enough to spot a kingfisher.

Here comes the rain

As we head up the track to Calver Mill, the rain returns with a vengeance, and it’s quickly waterproofs on for everybody. The old mill once featured in the 1970’s TV series about Colditz, and a little further upstream we come across the mill weir itself. A massive reverse S shape, which is over 11 ft high.

Froggatt Bridge

Crossing the bridge at Froggatt, we initially have more field walking before reaching the woodlands around Froggatt, with their twisting laid paths. Couple with the open woodland, it’s a joy to walk on and we are shielded from the worst of the rain. By the time we get to the last bridge, at Grindleford, the rain is starting to ease and we are just left with a climb back up the road to the café, which we make in good time for last orders.

When you look round at the smiling faces and listen to the banter, you wouldn’t think we’d spent the last hour or so in a downpour!

Attendees: Ed Bramley, Andy Burton, Steve Caulton, Heather Eddowes, Dave Matthews, Ian Mateer, Dick Murton, Lyn Wariss, Michele Pulford and Marcus Tierney.
Report by Ed Bramley

Wiltshire 'wildlife' walk

The Southern group met up for their May walk at Alderbury near Salisbury, the home village of Julie Freemantle who was the leading the walk for the day.

Group at Pepperpot Hill

We had a good turn out with Mike Goodyer, Margaret Moore, Mike O’Dwyer, Judy Renshaw, Paul Stock and Paul’s friend and prospective new member Mitch Sneddon.

The walk took us out of the village (past Julie’s new house!), across Witherington Down and up to Pepperbox Hill (avoiding getting run over whilst crossing the very busy A36).

Looking back towards Salisbury

Pepperbox Hill is topped by an early example of a brick folly. Thought to have been built by Giles Eyre of Brickworth House, it may have served as a viewpoint for ladies following the hunt, a haunt for highwaymen and a lookout post for the home guard.

We took advantage of the great views down to Salisbury and had a coffee break keeping a wary eye on the small herd of cows that was grazing around the Pepperbox.

Enjoying a break

From there it was a walk along the ridge, which unfortunately was spoiled by the piles of rubbish that had been fly-tipped at regular intervals. We then took a path south off the ridge into the small village of Whiteparish, through some woods where we saw the first of many carpets of bluebells.

Admiring the donkeys

From Whiteparish we headed through farm land, past horses, a fat pig in a sty and some very friendly donkeys, back across the A36, past a quarry and onto Moor and Titchborne Farm. After crossing one field Mike took a detour into the adjacent field and proceeded to be followed by a very large herd of cows who were far too lively for the rest of us so we kept our distance! Mike definitely has new career as a ‘cow whisperer’!

Mike leading the herd!

We stopped for lunch amongst the bluebells at Hanghill Copse and then made our way west to Barford Down where we got more great views of Salisbury and surrounding areas.

Lunch in the bluebells

Wiltshire view

after lunch
Wiltshire view after lunch

From there we made our way down to Barford Park, which Paul was very familiar with as he has been fishing on the River Avon there on quite a few occasions.

For our naval companions today (Paul and Mitch) we then called into Standlynch Chapel which is the private Chapel of Trafalgar House, a Grade 1 listed house which was gifted to the heirs of Admiral Lord Nelson to commemorate the Battle of Trafalgar.

Standlynch Chapel

Trafalgar House

We then walked through Trafalgar Park, getting a glimpse of Trafalgar House and then from there it was back down the dismantled railway track to Alderbury. We heard a cuckoo much to Judy’s delight and saw a very pretty brightly coloured bird which none of us could identify - subsequent interrogations by Mike of his bird book suggest that is was a Goldcrest.

Tucking into cake

A quick pit stop at the Green Dragon Pub for beer, tea and cake which was cut short after the rain which we had managed to avoid all day came pouring down!

A lovely walk with plenty of views and wildlife 16.5 miles in length with an ascent of 1400 metres.

Report by Julie Freemantle

North/South Day Walk - April

It’s good to be out again – the north contingent meet up for a Peak District walk.

As I crested Curbar gap, the view into the Derwent valley opened up beneath me. A cool, crisp morning, with good visibility and the prospect of a fine day. But I think we’d have been out, even if it was raining. Just good to be out and about again and the prospect of meeting up with a few friends.

Preview of first part of the walk

The Insomnia café at Calver cross roads was our meeting point and watering hole to get us started, before heading out towards Stoney Middleton.

The second group of six
Then it was a simple left into Coombs Dale, a lovely limestone dale wending its way slowly uphill for the next mile and a half. Evidence of the valley’s mining past are all around, including the entrance to the abandoned Sallet Hole mine.

Sallet Hole Mine

This adit, which was first driven in the 1800s, was finally closed in 1998 and was used to access fluorspar under Great Longstone, specifically Deep Rake, and there is evidence of where the original mine connected to those later opencast workings.

We take a quick breather at Black Harry Gate, before turning south onto Longstone Edge itself. A retrospect of the route reveals the massive settling ponds on top of the moor, complete with marquee – apparently something to do with the filming of the next “Mission Impossible” film – well, we’ll have to wait and see what that all about.

Andy at the gate

the gang
Steve, Dick and Ed ready for lunch

At the edge we descend towards Great Longstone, but not before we take in the views and the wildlife; a kite overhead, and the possibility of buzzards in the distance, just feeling a great morning. Further on, we take a lunch break in a secluded dale, before recommencing our travels.

Heading north west, we follow the lines of other old mineral rakes in the area back towards Calver. The terrain is easy travelling, and lots of old industrial features to spot – we even come across a still open part of the rake in one patch of the undergrowth. Past a set of holiday cottages, with signs of life re-emerging from them. Over a mile of old rakes and quarries, the sheer scale of the mineral extraction behind the screen of trees is staggering, particularly when you think this is only the minerals, and not the limestone as well.

lime kiln
Old lime kiln

A last pull up sees the vista of Calver and the Derwent valley open up again in front of us, Curbar and Froggatt edges standing out on the ridge line. Soon we are making the final descent down the back lanes into the village, where we each seek out our sustenance of choice, whether that is an afternoon tea, or an outside beer, now that lockdown easing has moved one stage on.

As Andy said when planning the walk – I was looking for a gentle walk that wasn’t going to be as popular as others in the area. I think you got it spot on for our first lockdown foray.

Report by Ed Bramley

Romans, the Duke of Marlborough and cake

On the Monday morning, the day before our walk in the Oxfordshire countryside we received this scene from our walk organiser, Margaret. Luckily all had cleared by the Tuesday morning and we had a glorious day of sunshine!


Six of us parked up at the Combe Community Hub and Margaret walked across the fields to join us in the sunshine. We set off on our 14.5 mile walk in two groups, with the ladies in front.

We walked across fields and through woods, following the Evenlode Valley, skirting East End to arrive at our morning coffee stop - North Leigh Roman Villa. There were extensive ruins, unfortunately the mosaic floor was not readily visible as the ‘shed’ housing it was shut.

morning coffee

the ruins

mosiac info

Julie crossing into the park.

We passed to the west of Stonesfield to the King’s Wood, where we stopped for a quiet lunch in the shade, the bluebells were just starting to emerge.

In this area there is the Wychwood and the Oxfordshire Ways and we walked on parts of both ways to bring us to the Great Park of Blenheim.

We entered a park over a large ladder stile. The path then followed Akeman Street until we met the tree lined boulevard from Ditchley Gate. We followed this across the Park to the lake, passing the Column of Victory on the way.

In the Great Park with Column of Victory behind.

The Great Park was the first time that we had seen any numbers of folks out, but it still wasn’t busy. We stopped for the obligatory photos of the Palace, the Grand Bridge and the Harry Potter tree and then followed the lake side and up through the woods.

Lake and Grand Bridge with Palace behind

The Harry Potter tree

After passing Park Farm by a circuitous footpath we arrived back in Combe at the Reading Room and Coffee Shop for afternoon tea. We were thoroughly spoilt at the end with tea and cakes, kindly made by Margaret.

tea time
Enjoying the afternoon tea....

tea time
....chatting away and eating cake!

Report by Mike Goodyer


Autumn in Zermatt

Those of us who live in Switzerland are doubly fortunate, for not only do we live in a beautiful country but also we are free to travel to enjoy it, with none of the restrictions of neighbouring European countries now in lockdown. Mindful that this might change and Switzerland itself join the lockdown any time, Alan and I decided in late October to spend a few days in Zermatt while we could still get there.

I have visited Zermatt many times since coming to work in Switzerland more than fifty years ago, but I still feel the same thrill when the train from Täsch pulls into the station and I see the Matterhorn rising above the roofs of the buildings. Over the years Zermatt has changed exponentially, with the building of more and more hotels and cable-car installations, and an influx of tourists from all over the world. However, on this occasion it was quieter than I have ever seen, with no flag-waving groups hurrying for the Gornergrat railway, the only tourists being from Switzerland itself.

The Matterhorn at Moosjesee

It had been very cold the previous week, with snow even as low as the village, but our arrival coincided with blue skies and brilliant sunshine. Since the higher trails were covered in snow, we opted for lower-level walks, the first starting from the funicular at Sunnegga. From there we set out on the “Lakes Trail”, winding gently uphill towards Fluhalp. I had come here on my very first trip to Zermatt in the early months of 1965, and this was where, also for the first time, I had strapped sealskins to the base of my skis to trudge up through deep powder snow, rewarded by an exhilarating descent into Zermatt itself, with magnificent views of the Matterhorn all day. The views were equally splendid on this occasion, perhaps even more so with the autumn colours of the larch trees shining in the sunshine. We reached the snow-line at the small frozen lake of Grindjisee, so turned downhill to the lake of Moosjesee, with the Matterhorn a perfect back-drop. The trail became easier as we got lower, and after a welcome drink at one of the cafés still open at Findeln, we made our way back into the town.

As we did so, memories of earlier visits came to mind, for it was from Zermatt that I had climbed my first 4000 metre peak, the Breithorn. Now it is an easy climb of two hours from the top of the Kleine Matterhorn cable-car, but we made the ascent in 1969, before this lift was built, making it considerably more challenging. And it was from Zermatt that I had made my own attempt on the Matterhorn almost half a lifetime ago. Like most Zermatt guides, mine had been born in the village and had climbed it many times himself, so knew the route well. We roped up at the Hörnli Hut, setting out when it was still dark, and at the start I had no problem following him up the steep rocks. But as we approached the Solvay hut high on the ridge, dawn began to break and it became light. I made the mistake of looking down, and there was Zermatt thousands of metres directly below. I froze, and although the guide managed to persuade me to continue for a short time, we both had to admit that I was not going to get to the top. Now I am content with just looking at this majestic peak, and with less energetic but equally enjoyable exploits.

One of these was on our recent visit when we discovered the “Kulturweg”, or Culture Trail, leading from Zermatt to the hamlet of Zmutt, 300 metres above. It is an easy trail of about four kilometres, with lovely views of the Matterhorn all the way along, and a welcoming restaurant on arrival, with a terrace in the sunshine for my favourite Valaisian lunch of rösti mit spiegelei. Previously called the “Panoramaweg”, in July 2019 the trail was re-named and equipped with 14 information boards to show what life was like for farming communities in bygone days. The trail starts just above the church, where it turns off the main street past some of the oldest buildings in Zermatt, dating back to the 1800s. These are large wooden store-houses, known as “raccards”, perched on small mushroom-shaped pillars of stone to keep out rats and mice. From there it climbs up more steeply to reach the small settlement of Herbrigg, where we found an information board pointing to the oldest barn in Europe, built in 1261.

Barn at Herbrigg

A higher trail branched off from here toward Hubel, but the “Kulturweg” flattened out to contour along the hillside through the trees, the information boards full of interest. They pointed to a centuries old apple tree, which bore fruit at the unusually high altitude of 1750m; a lynx trap dating from 1720; and a circular stone cattle pen. The trail itself had been surfaced with stone slabs centuries ago and was lined by low walls. At the entrance to Zmutt there were more wooden hay barns and old houses, one of which had been built in 1551 and belonged to the Inderbinen family, so the information boards told us. In the early years of the twentieth century, the Inderbinens, together with their nine children, spent every summer and autumn up here looking after their sheep and cows, planting vegetables and collecting wood.

“As old as the century”

Ulrich, the second son of this family, grew up to become the most famous guide in Zermatt, where he was affectionately known as the “King of the Alps”. Born in December 1900, he lived until 2004, dying peacefully at the age of 103 in the house he had built himself for his young family. The story of his life, told in the 1996 biography “As old as the century”, makes fascinating reading, for it is also the story of Zermatt’s evolution from a small isolated village, cut off for months every winter, to one of the world’s top resorts all year round. The first mountain he climbed was the Matterhorn, and this was not until he was 20 when he decided to train as a guide and needed proof of his ability. He went on to climb it at least 370 times and became a well-loved figure in Zermatt, never changing his simple habits, and never owning a car, a bicycle or a telephone. At the age of 95 he was still an active guide and still winning ski races, for he was the only competitor in his age category, as he himself pointed out!

The last time Ulrich climbed the Matterhorn was in 1990, a few months before his 90th birthday. This was on 14th July, as part of the 125th anniversary celebrations of the first ascent in 1865. He reached the summit only four hours after leaving the Hörnli Hut, and was the centre of attention on his return to Schwarzsee. And this is when I saw him, for Alpine Club members had been invited to join in the celebrations at the small chapel there.

And it was there too that I was able to talk to one of my childhood heroes, John Hunt of Everest fame. After the celebratory lunch, I noticed that Lord Hunt had been standing by himself for some time. I walked over to him and told him how I still remembered being taken to see the 1953 Everest film when in Primary School, and had always wanted to meet him. Ever gallant, Lord Hunt replied that I looked much too young to remember that far back! As we chatted, I told him how I believed it was this film that had influenced me to climb mountains myself, and to see Everest, a dream which I finally realised on a trek to Base Camp in 1972. I tentatively asked for his autograph, and he signed my copy of “The Alpine Flowers of Britain and Europe”. His inscription, “For Pamela, John Hunt”, has made this one of my most treasured possessions, and accompanies me on all my mountain walks.

Report by Pamela Harris

Peak District Walk - 26 September

This walk, which could also be titled ‘What a difference three months make’, was planned for a group of 6 in accordance with the prevailing Covid-19 rules for meeting and eating together, but in the end only three made it.

Preparing for the walk, photo by Andy Burton

Ed, Steve and I met at the Royal Oak at Hurdlow and began the day with a hearty breakfast.

Ed and I had pre-walked most of the route one Monday in early July, but Saturday’s in the Peak this year can be even more challenging than normal.

We started walking from the pub, through its busy campsite onto and along the last mile or so of the High Peak Trail, turning sharp right up across the fields towards the former Bull int’ Thorn Hotel on the A515 ridge road that runs from Ashbourne to Buxton.

This property has been turned into a large café facility with a re-developed campsite at the rear, offering camping pods with hook-up, and new toilet and shower facilities built with Covid-19 issues in mind.

Camping pods, photo by Andy Burton
View from Bull int Thorn campsite boundary, photo by Andy Burton

Turning left to the right of the Bull we walked alongside the campsite as the view opened out over towards Flagg and Monyash, which was heaving with motorcyclists, cyclists and other visitors all queuing outside Smithy’s café.

Walking along the trail, photo by Ed Bramley

We quickly took our leave making our way onto Blackwell Lane towards Flagg joining the Limestone Way for a short while.

taking it easy
Steve and Ed on a bench in Monyash, photo by Andy Burton

At Flagg we struck across the fields to Town Head, up onto Flagg Lane again looking back across this wide bowl of a valley at the view. A right along Pillwell Lane and then left onto the footpath through an old mining rake led us down into the trees that shelter the natural spring that has supplied water for the village of Chelmorton for centuries.

Known locally as Illy-Willy Water for reasons that even our retired waste water expert did not wish to dwell on, this quickly leads to the first row of houses, and the tucked away Church Inn.

Here we managed a relaxing pint, before continuing through the village and across the road up over a small ridge shown as Nether Low on the map, among patches of woodland and fields of cattle, dropping down into a dry valley across fields where all the hay had been cut since Ed and I last walked through.

the way
The Limestone Way with high wall to the right, photo by Andy Burton
Ed and Steve above Flagg with views back over Monyash, photo by Andy Burton

Passing over Sterndale Moor and crossing the A515 into fields that border Hindlow Quarry, we learnt a valuable lesson, that little calves in 3 months grow into big boisterous and curious bullocks with strong gang-like behaviours.

Steve, always the wise one! shouted Ed and I as we found ourselves confronted by said animals, clearly indicating his intentions, as he was already back at the stile and making his way onto the road.

Ed and I looked around and saw a gate nearby that would allow us to escape onto the roadside as well. This we did, and with careful field and fence management we avoided any further stand-offs, with the remaining herds of young cattle, as we passed by the quarry lands, alongside the mineral line, and out onto the little lane that now separates the working railway from its former continuation, now the High Peak Trail.

Clouds biulding up, photo by Ed Bramley

By now the weather had changed enough to make the small divert up through the Pomeroy farm campsite to sample their home-made ice creams, of little interest, and we hot-footed it back to the Royal, only to find it packed and unable to bring our table reservation forward (by nearly two hours).

Only thing to do, go home.

Steve Caulton’s thoughts on the day - Thanks again for a great day.Thoroughly enjoyed it as usual.
Rounded it off with an impromptu tea and a beer to dull the aching legs.

Glad you both got something out of the walk. A new part of Derbyshire for me. I wasn't aware you'd taken me to the highest village in the County and therefore the highest pub.
Wondered why I felt lightheaded afterwards. I can blame either the altitude or the Pedigree bitter.

And all very interesting too. Not every day a sceptic like me is confronted with proof that too much red meat can be bad for you. Apparently it can go directly to your heart, but I didn't think it meant possibly straight through your ribs.
I'm pleased I took heed of medical advice to avoid too much at any one time.

I was relieved when you both sensibly abandoned that path in favour of getting out of that field before you became 'walker trampled' headline number three this month.
The only time I can truly say that part of the route was Bullocks and not offend anybody! Hope I see you both sooner rather than later.

Present: Ed Bramley, Steve Caulton and Andy Burton

Report by Andy Burton

Southern Day Meet, Corfe Castle - 26 September

A very early start to drive down to Corfe Castle enabled most of the meet participants to arrive in the busy car park at Corfe Castle before 9am on a beautifully sunny and cloud free morning. Judy and Don had camped overnight at a nearby campsite and Rick had bivvied overnight at St Albans Head after a days climbing on the Sea cliffs the day before. It was good to see this meet being so well supported with 10 members attending.

After a quick assembly we set off on separate walks. Don had opted for a trek along the Purbeck ridge west towards Knowle Hill and then looping back to Corfe Castle connecting paths across the fields. The rest of us set off east through the village and past Corfe Castle towards the Poole Bay coastline.

On the way up. Photo by Julie Freemantle
We passed Challow Farm and made our way on a gently rising path to the top of the ridge. The visibility was superb with views deep into the Dorset countryside and out across Poole harbour as well as the start of the Jurassic coastline in the opposite direction. We were now on the Purbeck Way which is right on the crest of the ridge crossing Rollington Hill and Brenscombe Hill. We had broken down into smaller walking groups catching up after such a long break from club meets.

After passing the long barrow on Ailwood Down we continued along Kingswood Down to the final peak on that ridge at the Giants Grave. As the morning progressed we passed many others enjoying the sunshine either trail running, mountain biking or walking. The wind was picking up as we dropped down to meet the road between Studland Bay and Swanage.

After crossing the road we made our way along the signposted route towards Old Harry’s Rocks. After a few hundred meters we turned to make a steep ascent of Ballard Down to the Obelisk on top of the ridge. This was an opportunity for a group photo stop. We continued on the Purbeck Way along Ballard Down and Studland Hill until the whole vista of Poole Bay and the Needles on the Isle of Wight opened up.

Team at Obelisk. Photo by Mike Goodyer
Cruise liners in the bay. Photo by Julie Freemantle

It was strange to see approximately 7 or 8 cruise liners at anchor in the bay, presumably due to the current lull in business due to the Covid-19 epidemic. At the junction of paths returning to the Studland Bay road and onwards to Old Harry’s Rocks James made his way back towards Corfe Castle. The wind was now quite brisk and we stopped briefly for coffee on the cliff top at Ballard Point.

Windy spot! Photo by Margaret Moore
We made a swift visit to Old Nicks Ground to see Old Harry’s Rocks, the natural arch and pinnacles of white chalk. The visibility was outstanding. After taking a few photos we returned to the top of Ballard Cliff for a lunch stop out of the wind.

After lunch we made our way back Corfe Castle along the path on the leeward side of the ridge. The group split with some deciding to return along the ridge top in reverse of our morning walk whilst the rest stayed on the lower path.

The group reassembled in Corfe Castle to enjoy some refreshments at the National Trust cafe underneath the shadow of Corfe Castle. We made contact with the Northern Day meet who were still out on the hills in Derbyshire.

Tea time and Paul making contact with the Derbyshire walk. Photo by Julie Freemantle

Tea time with Corfe Catle backdrop. Photo by Julie Freemantle

It was a lovely walk with great company. 22.8km (14 miles) and 737m (2417 ft) ascent and descent.

Present: James Baldwin, Don Hodge, Judy Renshaw, Mike O’Dwyer, Margaret O’Dwyer, Margaret Moore, Julie Fremantle, Rick Snell, Mike Goodyer and Paul Stock

Report by Paul Stock

A brief interlude in the Lakes, Patterdale - 13 September

With the Daves booking a weekend at the hut, I arranged to meet up with them for a socially distanced day out on the hills, with local knowledge of the paths provided by Mike Parsons. The previous day had been raining in the Lakes, and the last of it was just clearing off as we headed across the bridge towards Side Farm, all of us pleased we were out for a walk. As we headed out in the direction of Hartsop, the trees around Goldrill Beck were as resplendent as ever, the twists of the bark and the mosses on the trunks shown off to great effect.

Once over the footbridge crossing Angletarn Beck, Mike’s local knowledge started to kick in. “There’s a little track up through the woodland on the left – avoids the trade route up to Angle tarn” – Sure enough, there was a feint path linking up to the higher track leading towards Hayeswater – Why had we not been on this before, with great views straight into Threshthwaite Glen. Whilst it had stopped raining, the clouds boiling over the edge of High Street and the strengthening winds gave us a good indication that it was no longer a summers day.

Team on the footbridge

Boiling clouds!

Another of Mike’s local knowledge tracks saw us making a rising traverse on another old horse trod on the flank of Brock Crags, rising up beside Calfgate Gill, to eventually join the ‘trade route’. Immediately it was clear that the wind was going to have a major influence on the day, pushing us bodily around on the track. It didn’t take long to reach the conclusion that our original route would have all the feeling of being tumbled around in a washing machine for the day, and wanting to enjoy the walk, rather than just get round, we hastily revised our plans.

Picking up the path around the north side of Rest Dodd, we then swung round to meet the peat covered shoulder of The Nab, with its many shallow groughs dissecting our path, and being vaguely reminiscent of being on Kinder. Before descending to the plateau we were lucky enough to see a herd of deer crossing the path in front of us. The path marked down the east side of The Nab initially takes a little finding, but once on, we had another old horse trod heading down into the valley, only made more difficult by the proliferous bracken further downhill.

Looking down to Patterdale

looking towards Brotherswater

Passing near the red bungalow at the head of Martindale valley, we contoured round to Dalehead, and a good track up to Bedafell Knott. Straightforward, apart from the few hundred yards around Dalehead, where the path on the map was rather clearer than the actual track on the ground. Before long we were back at Boardale Hause and I was contemplating the usual descent back to the hut – but our local variations were not yet finished! One last horse trod connected with the Brothers Water path up to the Hause, providing a wide track and great views back up the valley. A last variation saw us on the river bank track, right the way back to our starting bridge. Back at the hut, a helping of tea and biscuits provided the perfect end to the day, before the journey home.

Present: Ed Bramley, Dave Blackett, Dave Clear and Mike Parsons.

Report by Ed Bramley

George Starkey Hut Meet, Patterdale - 23 August

Don and I were lucky to be among the first people to use the hut after full lockdown in March. Since it was available only to single households, no one else could stay over. The weekend we had booked (22/23 August) turned out to be wet and windy, with the aftermath of storms Ellen and Francis. However it was wonderful to be there, really good to see the village, hear the church clock chiming the hours and to make brief (socially distanced) visits to Marian and Mike next door. We had brought vast quantities of food with us, including many vegetables from the garden, so there was no need to eat out, even though most of the pubs were serving meals.

View over Ullswater

On Saturday, the windier day, I took a lift with Don to Aira Force and walked along just below the ridge to Glencoyne, which was reasonably sheltered, then attempted to go up towards Greenside but was turned back by fierce wind and rain. So instead I went over Sheffield Pike and found a path I had never noticed before from the col below Glenridding Dodd, over a couple of minor tops with cairns and down to Seldom Seen. From there I went back along the lakeside path encountering a few groups of people along the way. The rest of the walk had been very quiet.

team at hut
Ready for the off, social distancing of course

On Sunday we were able to have a (more or less) real meet, with two groups out walking the hills. David, Daniel and Nicola joined me, going up to Boredale Hause and along the ridge of Beda Fell in intermittent rain, although it did allow us a couple of good snack stops and brief moments of sunshine. We then went up Hallin Fell, from where we had a good view of Ullswater and could watch the sailing boats and the steamers. We came back along Boredale and over the Hause, a route I have almost never taken before and which was pleasantly quiet (except for meeting two people whom Nicola and Daniel knew from Kendal, who used to live in the valley).

Beda Fell Ridge

On Hallin Fell

Meanwhile, Don and Marian did a local walk, initially to view the reinforcement work that had been undertaken to support the road and buildings in lower Grisedale. Then they went to see the short climbing crags below Birks and some old shielings (former huts) and charcoal burning sites in Glenamara Park.

Back at the hut, everyone was able to stop for tea and biscuits, in a suitably airy and distanced way, before setting off to their various homes, a good way to finish an enjoyable day. Don and I left on Monday, having cleaned up the hut with extra care, and called in on Heather Eddowes and Dave Matthews on our way back, in their lovely garden at Knutsford.
It was a treat to have enjoyed the company so many ABM members over the weekend.

Present: Daniel and Nicola Albert, David Clear, Don Hodge, Judy Renshaw, Marian and Mike Parsons.

Report by Judy Renshaw

St Luc in the Time of Coronavirus - July

When a new virus from China reached Western Europe early this year, everyone thought it would be quickly contained and would not affect the summer’s Alpine hotel meet at St Luc in the Val d’Anniviers. But as country after country entered lockdown and borders closed, by May it became clear that the meet would have to be cancelled.

However, by late June Switzerland had gradually begun to recover, with hotels, restaurants and mountain lifts opening, and so Alan and I decided to go to St Luc on a “mini-meet” of our own, knowing that those from the UK would be unable to join us. The forecast was set for sunshine every day, so we phoned the Hotel Beausite, where our original reservation had been for a group of 26, and booked for just the two of us.

two of us
The meet for two: above Chandolin

The Val d’Anniviers is described by Kev Reynolds in the Cicerone Guide to Walking in the Valais as having “some of the loveliest mountain scenery imaginable”. At its head are the alpine giants of the Matterhorn, Ober Gabelhorn, Weisshorn and Zinal Rothorn, and it was these that we looked out towards from the balcony of our hotel room and from the breakfast room. We were impressed by the precautions against Covid-19 taken by the Salamin family, with hand sanitiser at the entrance, restaurant tables reorganised for social distancing, and the waitresses wearing face shields. We had understood from the media that this year the Swiss were mostly taking holidays in their own country, although after the first Saturday evening there were few others staying in the hotel while we were there.

View from the hotel of Besso, Ober Gabelhorn and Matterhorn

There are a wide selection of walking trails in the valley for at Vissoie it divides into three branches, south-east leading up to St Luc and the highest village of Chandolin; due south to Zinal; and south-west to Grimentz and Moiry. I had many memories of previous climbs in the valley for I had visited frequently since first coming to work in Switzerland in the 1960s, and in 2007 on Alasdair’s Valais Trek we had crossed the high passes linking the four villages. The weather had not been nearly so kind to us on that occasion, and on several days we had thick cloud, rain and even snow to contend with; only the three stalwarts of Lin and Dick Murton and Dick Yorke had walked every day of the trek, the rest of us getting round by public transport or hitching a lift in Karen’s “yakmobile”.

Walking towards Besso

Since we would be there for four days, we planned a walk from each of the centres, beginning with the walk from Zinal up to the Cabane du Petit Mountet. We left the car where the pastures begin at the end of the village and walked along a flat path through meadows of black cows grazing amidst colourful flowers. The view in front was dominated by the twin peaks of Besso, at 3668m the first big mountain I had climbed more than 50 years ago, setting foot on its summit the same day that Neil Armstrong had set foot on the moon. On reaching the stream the path began to wind steeply uphill through trees, the rockier parts protected by chains, crossing small streams and waterfalls. As we turned a corner we finally came out into an open valley, with alpenrose at the side of the path and views of the Weisshorn above the cirque of Ar Pitetta to our left. We could now see the hut with its terrace of brightly coloured umbrellas perched at the top of the moraine above us, just a short haul before we could relax with a welcome drink.

Cabane du Petit Mountet

Here the glacier was rubble-strewn and dirty, but there was a glorious view of the glistening white peaks above it. I had first visited the hut when it was on the route to the much higher Cabane du Grand Mountet, one of the most beautifully situated huts in the Swiss Alps, directly opposite the north face of the Ober Gabelhorn. But this path up the western side of the glacier is no longer in use as glacial recession and crumbling moraine has made it too dangerous, and now the safer route to take is on the opposite bank along the flanks of Besso, on a path constructed some years ago by the Swiss army.

View up the glacier from the Cabane du Petit Mountet

The following day we woke early to glorious sunshine again and took the 9 o’clock funicular to Tignousa, an easy way to gain 500m height. Our objective was the Sentier des Lacs, the Lakes Trail, a 14km circuit below the 3000m Bella Tola, which I had climbed on more than one occasion, the last time being with my local SAC group led by club members Niels and Guni Doble. We set out along the Planets Trail, a scale model of the solar system with sculptures of each of the planets, quickly passing the six closest together: Sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars and Jupiter. The path led towards the large square building of the Victorian Hotel Weisshorn on the ridge high above us, and is part of the route taken by the annual Sierre-Zinal mountain race. This is a gruelling 31km run, with 2200m height gain and 1100m loss, which Alan had completed 17 times. Sadly, Covid-19 meant that this year’s race has been cancelled - although Alan didn’t think he could still match his best time of just five hours!

Planets Trail below the Hotel Weisshorn

After passing the models of Saturn and Uranus further along, we turned off the main track to take a narrow path to the left, which led uphill through slopes of tiny black vanilla orchids, bright blue trumpet gentians and delicate yellow pulsatilla anemones, with pink moss campion clinging to the rocks higher up. After a large patch of marshy ground we reached the first lake at Plan Torgnon and then continued steeply uphill to the beautiful Lac de l’Armina, a lovely peaceful spot for our picnic lunch. Facing us in the distance were the peaks of the Val d’Hérens: Mont Collon, Mont Blanc de Cheilon and the Pigne d’Arolla, the latter climbed by me forty years ago when I had skied the challenging Haute Route from Chamonix to Zermatt, one of my most rewarding mountaineering experiences.

lake view
Lac de l’Armina and peaks of the Val d’Hérens

After lunch there was an undulating, rocky scramble to reach our final lake, the Lac de Bella Tola, 500m below the summit of the mountain. Although the views were still glorious, the slopes were now scarred by ski-lifts and avalanche barriers, and we hurried downhill to the Cabane de Bella Tola for a quick drink before returning on the funicular for a delicious Swiss fondue back at the hotel.

Walking down to the Illsee

On our third day we drove up to Chandolin, the highest village in the valley and one time home of the intrepid Swiss explorer Ella Maillart, where a small museum is a testament to her action-packed life. After taking the chairlift to Tsapé, we started on a circular walk which undulated past small lakes between the Schwarzhorn and the Illhorn. The path was flat as far as the Lac Noir, but then became a steep and rocky scramble down towards the Illsee 200m below. We were soon overtaken by a group of youngsters racing downhill, carrying what looked like fishing nets. We assumed these were for use in the lake, but when they stopped above it, we discovered they were a group of French botanists – and we never did find out what the nets were for! It was indeed a wonderful spot for botanising, the ground covered with a spectacular display of alpine flowers: gentians, alpenrose, pulsatilla anemones, white Paradise lilies and several different kinds of orchids in addition to the ubiquitous black vanilla.

Illsee with the peaks of the Bernese Oberland

After the lake the path climbed steeply uphill to reach the only patch of snow we crossed on any of our walks, just below the Pas de l’Illsee. And it was here too that we met the only foreign tourists we encountered, a group of Belgians who commented that for them Switzerland was not far away, a mere 800km drive! We were now at the northern end of the Val d’Anniviers, and the view from here looked across the Rhône Valley to the peaks of the Bernese Oberland.

rhone valley
Rhône valley from the Pas de l’Illsee

The signpost at the col stated that the summit of the Illhorn was just 30 minutes higher, but we were not tempted, preferring a gentle stroll downhill for a drink at the Cabane Illhorn before returning to our car at Chandolin.

Cabane Illhorn

On our final day we drove down through Vissoie to the lovely village of Grimentz, with its window-boxes of colourful geraniums, and then up a long winding road to the high dam at Moiry and the lake beyond.

The high Moiry dam

Reflections in the Lac du Moiry

Rising above it were the Pigne de la Lé and Grand Cornier - which I had attempted nearly 50 years ago, resulting in frost-bitten finger tips. We had no such grandiose projects in mind on this occasion, our objective being the Lac des Autannes below the Col de Torrent, which we had crossed on our 2007 Valais Trek en route from Evolène in the Val d’Hérens to the dortoir at the Moiry dam. The slopes were covered with large yellow bellflowers and tiny green frog orchids, both rare but growing in profusion here, amongst many other flowers.

Flowery meadows above the dam

We soon reached the Alpage de Torrent, where cows grazed contentedly near a small farm, and continued up to the Lac des Autannes, at 2686m the highest point we reached on this year’s meet. It was a lovely spot, with the snow-covered peaks of the Dent Blanche, Grand Cornier, Ober Gabelhorn and Zinal Rothorn rising above the Moiry glacier at the end of the valley. We could just make out walkers on the top of the col above us, but instead of continuing upwards, we returned back down to Moiry to begin our drive home.

Dent Blanche, Grand Cornier and Pigne de la Lé from the Alpage de Torrent

Socially isolating at the Lac de Torrent

We had had a truly wonderful four days, with glorious weather every day and spectacular views and flowers, our only regret being that the rest of the group could not be with us.

Report by Pamela Harris and photos by Pamela Harris and Alan Norton.

New Members Meet - 28th March

Thirteen folks attended this years rather unusual new members meet in an online zoom video chat room.

ABM buff club

Sadly due to COVID-19, the original meet at the George Starkey hut in Patterdale had to be cancelled.

And so from self-isolation lock down folks in Nottingham, Derbyshire, Cheshire, Glasgow, Bristol, London, Bath and Northumberland, logged on at 4pm 28th March for a chat, a brew and some cake.

As members logged on, it was a joy to see each other and have a light moment in an otherwise overwhelming week.

It was of course disappointing not to be out on the fells together, but great to connect with familiar faces and also welcome new faces to the group. Welcome to Gilbert and Charlie! We’ll see you at a meet in the future no doubt.

A few highlights…

Andy Burton joined us in appropriate high altitude mountain wear, as unfortunately his heating and gas had given up the go at home. But he assured us he was doing ok and would be getting the Primus stove out later to cook his dinner. A true mountaineer! Next he’ll be abseiling out of his window for his daily exercise…

monte rosa
Ed’s Gorner glacier photograph from the top of the Dufourspitze (Monte Rosa) 1976, ascent with Mike Goodyer

Ed Bramley gave a mini-quiz by zooming in on old photos and challenging us to guess the locations.

A hard feat as the photos were rather small and not always in shot, but very amusing!

A photograph of Ed working on the Gorner glacier, Switzerland in 1975, was a particular favourite (see photo on the right!).

Ed looking fabulous, but where are his colourful trademark trousers??

Gilbert Roberts, a potential new club member, had everyone perusing his fabulous photo of the Alphubel, whilst Heather Eddowes shared a lovely painting of well loved ‘Place Fell and Ullswater’ from her home in Knutsford.

Looking South, Ullswater

And bonus points to anyone who can tell Heather Eddowes where she was in this photograph (taken in 1983) She has forgotten!

Rachel and Karen in Glasgow drank late afternoon raison cocktails, very strange combination, but in these strange times, why not try something new and unexpected?

Mary led a short online ceilidh (skipping up and down her houseboat, twirling the computer round for a virtual ‘spin your partner’ effect), whilst Pete Bennett travelled (via video backgrounds) to snowy Norway, a muddy Glastonbury field, unknown mountain ranges and finally landed in front a roaring fire much to everyone’s amusement.
He told of plans to learn to unicycle during lock down, good luck Pete!


“inbetween staging roller discos in the garage, mowing a golf green into the lawn and attempting to create a skate ramp from leftover wood, Pete likes to find creative ways that his ABMSAC buff can make everyday activities more challenging”

Great to see everyone, thanks for lifting spirits and sharing a brew. Looking forward to seeing you out on the hills sometime soon.
Stay safe people.
And sending good wishes to all ABM members far and wide.

Report by Mary Eddowes

Attendees: Martha King, Celine Ganyon, Rachel Howlett, Karen Dickinson, Pete Bennett, Carrie Brassley, Ed Bramley, Andy Burton, Heather Eddowes, Dave Matthews, Mary Eddowes, Gilbert Roberts, Charlie Rawson

Annual Dinner and AGM Meet, Glenridding, 31 January - 2 February

The Annual Dinner and AGM weekend meet 2020 was attended by 49 members who enjoyed a great weekend despite the terrible weather!

The Friday arrivee’s were able to get out on a walk despite the poor weather forecast. A low level walk was chosen with various café’s, pubs and hotels to stop in at the beginning, middle, and end. Two cars left Patterdale after breakfast with six walkers, all suitably prepared with packed lunch, hot drinks, and full foul weather gear.
The group comprised of Ed and Mike, Michele and Marcus, Dave Blackett (who had driven down from Sunderland that morning to join the group), and Andy.
After a slight detour which allowed the rain to ease, they parked up in Portinscale, and set off walking along the Cumbria Way, initially through open woodland with glimpses of Derwentwater through the trees. At least two of the group saw a red squirrel, and others a woodpecker, high up in one of the trees. The woodland also has a couple of unusual pieces of permanent artwork dotted about. At the end of the lake they walked as far as we could before the very swollen River Derwent blocked the way. It was then across the marshland fields feeling very grateful for the new plastic raised walkways, joining the road, where a very full Eller Beck flowed into the valley bottom.

Group on trip around Derwentwater

Rain stopping over Derwentwater

Lunch was taken under some trees where they enjoyed views of the falls in spate through the cleft in the hills, behind the Lodore Hotel, where its new extension sat in beautifully landscaped grounds After lunch the group resumed walking alongside the lake at Strutts Wood, below Ashness Bridge all the way into Keswick crossing back over the Derwent via the Portinscale footbridge which brought them quickly back to where the cars were parked.
A great day out sharing stories and memories of many different visits to this area, with everyone having plenty to contribute. Definitely pinched one against the forecast!

One of Saturday’s walk was led by Marian, who talked Rick and Alison, James and Belinda, Margaret Moore, Anne Jago and Andy into walking in the rain, by making the mid-point the Brotherswater Inn, and assuring that there would be little or no road walking.
They set off over the Goldrill Beck, up through Side Farm, and along the footpath that takes you past Rooking and Crookabeck, crossing back over the Goldrill past Beckstones Farm, then climbing a stile to walk alongside the beck on a permitted path leading to the A592, where we crossed over and walked another permitted path through Low Wood, to Cow Bridge, with Marian pointing out the best areas for spring flowers, and red squirrel.
At one point they stopped, and Marian pointed out the steep permitted path going up through the trees and out of sight, that leads to Hartsop above How and Hart Crag. The group then popped out onto the wide path just after the little car park, close to where Andy drowned his VW Sharan one year, and walked alongside Brotherswater looking across the wind-swept water at the steep ramp of Hartsop Dodd.

At Hartsop Hall they turned left, back across the fields through the Sykeside campsite to the Brotherswater Inn at Kirkstonefoot. With the aid of a large log burner fire, a glass or two of mulled wine and a bite to eat, and with no one being in a hurry to go back out in the rain, the facilities were enjoyed and everyone dried out a bit, whilst looking out of the large picture windows to where Dove Crag could just about be seen.
Return was back along the other side of Brotherswater, crossing over the road to enter Hartsop village by the new footbridge over the Pasture Bec and up and over the concrete road under Calf Close, crossing the Angle Tarn Beck via one of the two new bridges to rejoin the way we had come back to the George Starkey Hut.

Ed and Myles after lunch

Another group, Ed, Myles, Judy, Dave and Mike G, set off bit later when the rain eased off a bit, towards the Greenside Mines via Lantys Tarn and the high level path. Some of the group hadn't been to the Tarn before and wewre surprised at the location. Unfortunately the fine view over Ullswater had vanished in the low cloud. On arriving at the mines Dave and Judy decided that the rain wasn't bad enough at this low level and decided to head for Sticks Path (they got wet for thier troubles!). Ed, Myles and Mike decided to call into the Travellers Rest for a liquid lunch and dry off a little. A portion of chips appeared and was soon eaten.

Both groups arrived back at the hut at similar times and copiuos ammounts of tea, cake and crumpets were devoured. Then it was a quick dash into the showers, change and head off to the AGM and dinner.

There were a few other highlights from the weekend for those who decided to not brave the terrible weather – swimming in the pool at the Glenridding Hotel, plenty of energetic table tennis competitions at the hotel and cream teas at the Lodore Hotel. After the weekend there was one unfortunate incident with poor Michele breaking a bone in her foot on the descent from Hart Crag.

On the evening of the 1st February the ABMSAC AGM was held followed by the AGM of the George Starkey Hut Ltd. Once these had finished it was on to the annual dinner.

Guest speaker with James

This year it was held at the Glenridding Hotel and was attended by 49 people including some guests for the evening Tony Westcott, Chairman of the GSHL and his wife and Tom Curtis a director of the Alpine Club.
The hotel served a splendid 4 course dinner which included choices from a good selection of dishes including Thai Fishcakes, Parsnip soup, baked pork tenderloin, pan fired seabass, chocolate lava cake and the groups most popular choice of dessert – sticky toffee pud!

The formal parts of the evening were expertly managed as ever by President, James Baldwin.
After dinner we moved to a separate room to hear the talk from our guest speaker for the evening, David Johnson.

David is a former army officer who has had 30 years experience of leading or taking part in expeditions to the Arctic regions. He gave an absolutely fascinating talk with accompanying slide show outlining some of his Polar experiences including a 1999 trip when he and Glenn Morris became the first Britons to cross the Greenland ice-cap by Nansen's original route of 1888.

Photos of the dinner and meet

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