What’s the Story?????

A liitle less than halfway up the north slope of  Sale Fell grows a tree that is certainly an “offcomer”. Despite that it has lived and thrived on Sale Fell for quite a bit more than 150 years, it could never be called a local. It is a Mediterranian (Aleppo) Pine, Pinus Pinea. ( see the picture on the Images page)

We’ll never know how this tree came to be planted nor how it survived the strip-cultivators and wallers and the nibbling of sheep over the generations, nor why it seems to like its high and north-facing location so much. It is unusual though, and ones imagination might be tempted to weave a romantic tale around its birth, its survival and its present prime of life.

What about it then? – Do we have among our community, people of imagination and creative turn-of-mind who might have a go at weaving such a tale and who might thereby establish this venerable tree in local folklore and legend? Why not have a go. – Write its story and post it here for the delight of us all.

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3 Responses to What’s the Story?????

  1. justjoking says:

    While refurbishing a fence, older than the combined ages of all present, and one has been around since Adam was a lad,there was an old fence post we just couldn’t get out of the ground. It just refused to budge and we realised it had taken root. All foliage has been restricted by generations of sheep munching away at the sweet and tender sides.
    After hearing your tale we are now wondering if in fact it is a Roman fencepost:

    The foreman of the building of Hadrian’s Wall had come down to Maryport to oversee the unloading of a shipload of fencing posts, which were to be used to mark out the path of a wall that was to be built. Being so close to Papcastle he decided to come up the Derwent to see his aunt who lived near the camp. After tea he decided to carry on up to Bassenthwaite Lake to visit the famous ‘Pheasant’ he had heard tell of. After a couple of drinks he realised he had no coins to pay with -no cash point in those days- so settled his bill with fencing posts. The landlord just passed them on as small change.
    The only surviving posts are two that took root: one in our field and one on Sale Fell which has flourished into a tree. Our fence post is the sweet tasting more palatable female of the species, almost as good as a ‘lick bucket’ while the one on Sale Fell is the bitter tasting male, totally distasteful to our local sheep.
    We can’t get our fencepost out so we can understand how the tree has survived, it is well rooted’
    Don’t worry about our lonesome ‘off comer’ fencepost. She isn’t pining. Sale Fell is in clear view and she can see her fellow Aleppo. And of course there is always those friendly sheep

    • embleton says:

      What a cracking tale!! Its sure to be absorbed into local history and lore. I can picture the Roman foreman, Joe Bloggsimus Maximus? leaning on the bar at the Pheasant with his pint. – Well-done “justjoking” and many thanks for kicking-off the blog.
      Anybody else fancy a go at creative writing on this or any other subject? Who knows, you might be the next J K Rowling!

  2. Hello – On the outside wall of St. Cuthbert Embleton by the main door, there is a memorial to the Borranskell family of Lowthwaiteside, Wythop.18th century. These are my family – I found this many years ago, and since have been trying to find out how it came to be there. The inscription is in blue slate, and if you walk up towards the old Wythop Chapel, you will see a small quarry of blue slate. which I saw when walking up there last year, .
    John Borranskell was a dry stone waller, and he married Elizabeth ?
    Might there be some documentation in the archives of the church which might help.
    Or perhaps you can advise me where to dig elsewhere.

    Thank you

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