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T h e O l d S t a t i o n e r - N o 8 0<br />
Ingleborough. This starts very gently with an amenable<br />
ramble across some pleasant meadows, but suddenly becomes<br />
a challenging zig-zag scramble up the rocky scarp to the top.<br />
The summit of Ingleborough is a flat, desolate rocky<br />
moonscape. It was here 40 years ago that Mr Young - his<br />
orange bicycle cape billowing around him in the wind and<br />
rain - made the salient observation that this was meant to be<br />
geology field course not a survival week. Had he not been a<br />
tactful and religious man, I sense he may have questioned the<br />
ancestry of his colleague Mr Pritchard for instigating the<br />
whole event. In July 2014 the summit of Ingleborough was<br />
rather more crowded than in 1974, and the fine weather<br />
allowed spectacular views of the Dales.<br />
We were now over an hour behind schedule, so tried to step<br />
up the pace on the long descent to Horton-in-Ribblesdale in<br />
the heat of the early afternoon. On the way down we passed<br />
through the limestone pavements of Ingleborough National<br />
Nature Reserve, where I passed on to my 15 year old son some<br />
pearls of wisdom concerning clints and grykes that Mr<br />
Pritchard had imparted to us when were his pupils. I was<br />
quickly put in my place: 'Dad, I did my geography GCSE two<br />
weeks ago. I don't need to know that right now'. Clearly a<br />
strategic learner in the making ... We briefly paid our respects<br />
to the Pen-y-Ghent Cafe - the scene of much pre- and postwalk<br />
banter in 1974 - replenished our supplies of water, and<br />
then set off for Pen-y-Ghent. As with Ingleborough, the start<br />
of the ascent is deceptive, as it traverses some lush meadows,<br />
before hitting steep rocky climbs up the limestone and<br />
gritstone scarps. However, once over those, the summit is a<br />
short scramble away. It was 5.00 pm, and we waited our turn<br />
to take photos at the trig-point. We had done the Three Peaks<br />
forty years on. The only problem now was that there still<br />
remained a further 9 miles to cover to get back to Ribblehead.<br />
The continuing clear weather meant that we could see the<br />
viaduct in the distance, and it looked an awfully long way<br />
away. However, this part of the walk was very different to<br />
1974.<br />
Forty years ago I recall a relentless yomp through bog and<br />
marsh on a decidedly unclear path. Today, the path is wellmarked<br />
and a very pleasant ramble across the lower fells. A<br />
setting sun and mild breeze provided ideal walking conditions<br />
to take us to the finishing line. We arrived back at Ribblehead<br />
just after 8.00 pm, exhausted but - despite some grumbles from<br />
the teenagers - in good spirits. It had taken us twelve and a half<br />
hours - two hours longer than in 1974, but given nearly half the<br />
party were over 50, we felt rather pleased with ourselves.<br />
So, apart from Mike Brookes' knee and my grey hair, what has<br />
changed over the past four decades? Mike pointed out that<br />
back in the 1970s we were fit but unprepared. Well, we were<br />
now better prepared but certainly less fit. The kit has certainly<br />
moved on. As impoverished Stationers' pupils, we made do<br />
with Doc Martens and flimsy kagoules, with the betterprepared<br />
members of the group investing in combat trousers<br />
from Haringey Army Surplus stores instead of the Brutus<br />
jeans (I recall several of my peer group stumbling when their<br />
footwear snagged the generous flare of their 1970s trousers).<br />
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