A few pictures, perhaps slightly more due to the unusual nature
of the walk and the surprises I found along the way.
Loes, Lill and I take a walk into the rather hidden end of
the valley, beyond the top of Loweswater, passing a farm with
an apple name and a farm where they grow apples.
We call in the old Church in the fields at Mosser then return
by the old mountain track back towards Askhill, back to the
'other' Loweswater phone box.
My walking companions today, Loes and Lill,
not forgetting the hound, here at the start of the driveway
to Graythwaite.
Loes is feeling happy because she found a shinny
coin on the floor . . . if it's yours John or Judy, just let
me know the date on the coin and we might return it.
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Our route
leaves the field drive and follows the signposted footpath
off to the left. |
At the start the going
was easy and the stiles good. |
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Life got
a bit more interesting as the ground got a little more
damp. |
Finding and following
the path was a challenge at times. |
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Across the
fields to our next way-mark. |
An old squeeze stile
in the wall. |
A place I've never seen before and for that
matter hardly noticed on the map . . . this is Bramley Farm.
They seem to have a few visitors today, but
the path across the field conveniently avoids the farm itself.
It joins their farm drive just down from a signpost.
Strangely the signpost seems to be in the totally
wrong place . . . I suspect it was a redundant highways sign
that has been bought and re-homed.
I tried to work out the original location for
the finger post but it is full of contradictions.
The combined distance from Mockerkin to Pardshaw
for instance,is not 3/4 mile as suggested, its more like a full
mile and there's no road junction at an intermediate location.
Also I can't find any local feature known as
New Manbray (or Mawbray) on either the old or new maps.
Mosser
- circa 1861 O.S.Map
My best guess was that its original home was
at a point, either at the footpath end from the Mosser Road
or the river bridge at the (red) Parish boundary
on the Pardshaw to Mockerkin Road.
Loweswater (Church) would correctly be about
four miles from there, when traveling via Mockerkin Village.
Back to the walk . . .
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Leady Moss
in the apparent source of Dubbs Beck that flows down
into Loweswater. |
There are a lot more trees than shown on the map
. . . due to Geoff presumably.
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A solid cattle grid on the Bramley Farm road
takes us out to a right turn onto the Mosser Mains Road.
Across the fields is a footpath to the village
of Pardshaw ( pronounced locally as Pardsa' ) . . . but that's
not for us today.
We'll take the road and enjoy the panoramic
views north to Pardshaw Crag and over towards Cockermouth.
[ The bent gate is just a feature of the camera
angle when taking a panorama.]
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We pass the entrance to several farms and houses
on this back road.
Many of them feature in village conversations and
we know one or two people who live here
but their exact location was not really known until
we visited the area.
I've only driven this road a few times in all the
years I've lived here.
We passed Mosser Heights, Paradign and Beech Hill.
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The road gradually rises till we get a view
of Fellbarrow . . . but those tall trees is where our next
objective is hiding.
A set of steps takes us up into the field
. . . there's a footpath but no track to the fell side Church.
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Dedicated as the Chapel of St Michael.
Strangely, looking at the old 1860's maps earlier
I note that
it is marked down as being dedicated to St Phillip
(per Curacy).
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There's at lease one
Service per year and also a social event this July
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The path up through the field has lovely views
north and east.
That high ground in the distance could even
be Caer Mote Hill close to Binsey and Bothel.
The squat little church is surrounded by a
small and very old graveyard.
Inside it still has the classic wooden pews,
Alter and Pulpit, with a pedal organ to one side.
There's no electricity here, just the hint
of some old gas lamps.
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Loes signs
the visitor book and leaves her newly found coin (actually
she left a bit more as well) |
Outside a headstone
for John Wilkinson of Mosser Mains (died aged just
4 1/2 years old) |
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Two larger
headstones for John Fawcett, Yeoman, of Mossergate
Farm and his family. |
Next to it, a 1792
memorial to Philip Burnyeate of Mosser, Gentleman.
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The second stone is also in memory of Eleanor,
great niece of Philip, wife of James McKane, Cockermouth's
"Distributor of Stamps" (a job once held by William
Wordsworth I believe),
who died in 1894, in her 70th year.
It seems if you survived through early childhood
you could live to a good age.
This old JCB digger lived to a ripe old age
but now sits abandoned at the edge of the field.
Company founder Joseph Cyril Bamford CBE invented
the backhoe digger concept. The first JCB model was manufactured
in 1953 and this looks a reasonably early example.
St Michael's hidden in the group of trees
across the way and the same ones that we saw earlier from
the Mosser Road.
We follow the field path around and through
a gate onto the old Mosser mountain road to Loweswater.
The first house we pass is in fact Mossergate,
the one mentioned earlier in the graveyard.
It stands close to the end of the tarmac road
and in its first days probably had a gate across the track
to separate 'farm' from 'fell'.
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High Mosser
gate . . . okay, that's a bit higher up the road above
Mossergate. |
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Mark Even gave a talk recently to the Loweswater
77 Club and he has a
great guide on how (not) to grow fruit trees
We put the Cider behind us and headed forward,
or should I say back towards home, on the Mosser Track.
It looks okay for cars here, but be warned,
the potholes get deeper and the road more rutted as you continue
on . . . it's classed now as unsuitable for motors !
It is however, very suitable for walkers
and includes a low wall to act as a temporary
seat where you can stop and enjoy the surroundings.
We take the second lane to the left and head
down toward the valley through the gate to Askhill Farm.
I'm sure the red lid said something at one
time.
This gate says take care . . . farm animals
about.
Belted Galoways are a gentle breed . . .
but when the bull gets up close and personal
and ask "Who are you looking at" then you do begin
to wonder.
The track leads down the hillside above the
farm, where we can look over the wall at their rather nice
looking self-catering Glamping
Yurt
The track continues on until it joins the
side road to Myresyke House, seen in the trees below.
One last section, I was going to say one last
leg but this picture has four legs,
as we pass the old buildings of Spout House
Farm.
It was just a short walk back down to the
phone box on the main road, where we had parked the car just
after midday.
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Hello from Vermont
I loved your June 30 photos. If you had taken the
path straight out onto the almost abandoned Mosser
road from the little church and turned left then
followed it down and around the bend to the right
to Mosser Mains, you would have passed the house
I lived in 55 years ago - Ghyll (or Gill) Brow on
your right, across the road from Mosser Mains' cattle
barn.
The (mountain) road to Loweswater
was drivable then and my husband and I would drive
- carefully - over to the Kirkstile Inn about once
a week. Sometimes we'd walk instead - in the dark
on the way home, with great skies and no light pollution.
We attended the Harvest service
at the little church in late September about 10
days before my daughter was born in 1968 - I certainly
looked ripe for harvest! The gas lights were lit
and someone played the little pump organ, there
was a wonderful pile of harvest foods (I baked bread)
and the small space was filled with rosy-cheeked
farm families in browns and grays and even some
wooden soled boots. Sheep surrounded the church,
kept away by fencing and a gate.
It's a memory immersed in
images of life as it was lived there for at least
200 years before I arrived.
Thank you, Judy Hallberg, Chester, Vermon, New York
State.
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