Blue Pie Thinking on Fremington Edge

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THERE’S a village in the hills above Reeth that is an absolute pleasure to visit because the only people who go there are the postman, the coalman, and the villagers themselves. Forgive me for sounding sexist. I know there are many postwomen in these rural areas. It’s just easier to say postman. I don’t know about coalwomen though . . .

This Pennine village is called Hurst and there’s only one road in. The road out is the same road – and it’s narrow. Hurst is a scattering of cottages and farms. I imagine it was once quite a busy place because there’s a building that used to be a pub, another that was once a school, and a farm on the crown of the moor that goes by the interesting name of Schoolmaster Pasture.

Other than that there are some abandoned lead mines, a large population of grouse waiting to sacrifice themselves for the type of people who have not batted a hooded eyelid at the mention of austerity, and a vast openness that cries out to be scuffed by rough boots. (Click pictures for high-res images)

Fremington 2There was a time when I came up here a lot. I used to do a bit of fell-running – not competitively because I’m rubbish – but Hurst is the perfect place from which to launch yourself onto swelling moorland and just run forever with the sun on your neck.

hurst1The last run I did from Hurst was about three years ago. I’m a bit heavier and slower, and stiffer and older and more disgruntled, these days. But what the heck. Trooper Thornton fought his way back so there’s hope for me yet.

So today I’m embarking on a short walk from Hurst. A couple of hours at the most. Because I’ve discovered a new formula for walking. Instead of sliding out of bed in total darkness, driving across the Pennines to the Lakes, spending a day on the fells then heading back in the dark, I’m developing a form of guerilla walking. Get up late to fool the neighbours, chuck some gear in a bag, drive into the Pennines, walk for two or three hours, and get back while there’s sufficient light to cut a cabbage on the allotment.

It’s not half as exciting as crossing the Khumba Icefall, I expect, but it gets me out of the house. And it’s better than sitting in a cold polytunnel looking at tomato plants that should have been pulled up three months ago. Still some tomatoes on them, mind. But I haven’t eaten one since before Christmas.

Fremington 4 Fremington 5I used to have a book about the lead mines at Hurst but I can’t find it. An entire hillside is pockmarked with little shafts that have been sunk along the course of the mineral vein, which runs more or less parallel to the linear village.

Actually, “village” is a bit of an ambitious word – an overstatement. Hurst is more a string of houses with big gaps between them at the side of a road that a tired man could lie across with his head and feet on different verges. A tired coalwoman probably could as well.

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Engine beds that were built to accommodate what was probably a horizontal steam engine. But I'm just guessing here. The big hole behind is the collapsed shaft it served

Engine beds that were built to accommodate what was probably a horizontal steam engine. But I’m just guessing here. The big hole behind is the collapsed shaft it served

Fremington 7A couple of big chimneys stand prominently on the fellside. They probably served the engine houses that hauled ore from the shafts or pumped water from deep workings, though I don’t see any associated ruins. But in a country where countless thousands of important historical monuments have been dismantled by local people hungry for quarried stone to build houses, that’s not surprising.

So I leave Hurst along a track that winds between grouse butts and takes me westwards over bleak moorland to a cairn on Fell End Moor.

Fremington 8 Fremington 9 Fremington 11I like it up here. I like to sit at this cairn (in the first picture) and gaze down into the wilds of Arkengarthdale. The view changes. Today there is snow on the distant moors. At other times of the year the hay meadows are full of flowers and men are burning heather to produce new shoots for grouse to pluck. A hundred-and-fifty years ago the hillsides were gashed open with raw lead mine hushes. Go back far enough and there were Viking settlements. I don’t remember them, though. Memory is a fickle companion.

And from Fell End Moor I head south-east along the escarpment known as Fremington Edge. The first time I walked the edge I was accompanied by my wife, Anne, and my 11-year-old son. Fergus will be 30 this year and probably doesn’t remember the outing.

Next time I come up here I’ll bring his three-year-old (nearly four) daughter. I shall indoctrinate her with lead-mining lore and lots of rubbish about coalwomen, because grandfathers have that power and use it unsparingly. I grew up believing that There’s a Moose Loose Aboot this Hoose was Rabbie Burns’ greatest poem, so I’m merely perpetuating a tradition.

Fremington 10 Fremington 12 Fremington 19 Fremington 20On Fremington Edge my walk enters a completely different dimension. I stumble upon a Fray Bentos steak and kidney pie lying in the middle of the path. This has me scratching my head because I can’t imagine who would have carried a tinned pie up here and accidentally dropped it on the turf without hearing its telltale thud.

Fremington 17I approach this conundrum laterally. The pie could have been thrown in anger from an open-topped double-decker bus travelling along the seafront at Mar del Plata on a daytrip from Buenos Aires, drifted north to the Gulf Stream then been caught in the North Atlantic Drift, washed through Shannon, Fastnet and Lundy into Irish Sea on friendly tides, then pounced on by an osprey and dropped on Fremington Edge when it spied a fat red grouse clucking in the heather. Sorted. The sell-by date is December 2015, so I’m in luck.

Fremington 13 Fremington 14 Fremington 15I marvel at the coincidence of the discovery, because the topic of Fray Bentos steak and kidney pies was raised in the previous post. And not for the first time.

Another thing I’ve learnt since the last article is that actor Sean Bean is addicted to the product, so much so that he had a crate of pies shipped to India by Fray Bentos when filming Sharpe’s Peril in 2008. In fact, there is a memorable scene where he stands on the ramparts with his Irish companion and says: “Heyup, Patrick. Stop thi faffin about an’ tek thee off sharpish to bray all those little fellers ovva theer while I get stuck into this bloody girt pie. Appen.”

Fremington 18There’s a thin, icy wind blowing across Fremington Edge, the ground is firm and the puddles are frozen. It’s no place to hang about. I walk eastwards briskly and veer down a track to Owlands Farm and walk back to Hurst through meadowland.

Fremington 21 Fremington 22 Fremington 24 Fremington 23Fremington 26 Fremington 27Fremington 25Several years ago, one September when I was out running, these meadows were absolutely chock full of mushrooms. I returned the next day with Anne and we filled two carrier bags in a matter of minutes. Some were big, flat horse mushrooms, others the pure white rounded type with pink fleshy gills. Bloody delicious. Can’t beat foraging.

Fremington 28But nothing’s growing today – except pangs off hunger at the memory. Still, what does a man need with mushrooms and memories when he has a freshly-foraged Fray Bentos steak and kidney pie in his sack?

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Alen McFadzean. Journalist (recently made redundant from The Northern Echo when my job and the jobs of my colleagues were transferred to Wales to be done by people on lower wages), former shipyard electrician, former quarryman and tunneller. Climbs mountains and runs long distances to make life harder. Gravitates to the left in politics just to make life harder still.
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30 Responses to Blue Pie Thinking on Fremington Edge

  1. teigl says:

    A super read, with all my favourite ingredients…lead mines, landscape and pies. We used to find lots of field mushrooms in Ayrshire when I was a young ‘un, but here in Wales they seem rare…or maybe I’m not looking hard enough :-) Glad you enjoyed the serendipitous find!

    • McEff says:

      Hi Teigl, glad you liked it. It’s amazing what you can stumble upon in the hills. Mushrooming used to be a big thing when I was a kid, but people don’t seem to bother much these dyas. Big shame that.
      Cheers, Alen

  2. Not only is the tin of Fray Bentos a mystery, but a sheep impersonating Miley Cyrus (third to last photo) is equally baffling. And I would err on the side of caution and include ‘coalwoman’ in case your blog is read in Belarus.

    Your photos remind me of the Bowland countryside and the hills around Pendle and are compelling me to get back out there and squelch through the mud, feel the biting wind on my face, tramp the lanes in the dark with my flashy headtorch.

    Fray Bentos! Conspiracy theorists would have a field day with that discovery.
    Chris

    • McEff says:

      Do you know, Chris, it’s only just occured to me that when I was taking the sheep picture I could hear someone singing Wrecking Ball in the background. Some coincidence that. Perhaps I should buy the sheep and enter them on Britain’s Got Talent.
      I haven’t been to Bowland for donkey’s years. It’s a nice area, from what I can remember. Bought some pigeons in Clitheroe once, not that that’s anything to do with it. But I’ve never been up Pendle so perhaps I should put it on my never-ending list of things to do.
      Cheers, Alen

  3. Good walk that! I hope the pie didn´t dissapoint!
    Cheers

  4. Paul says:

    Hi Alen,

    Your puzzled look over the pie had me in absolute stitches, thank you for cheering me up. BTW great & as interesting as ever.

    • McEff says:

      Hi Paul. I’m good at puzzled looks because I’ve been doing them most of my life. I might audition for drama school now that I need a job. Fancy doing a double act? We could be the Chuckle Brothers of the great outdoors.
      All the best, Alen

  5. Mjollnir says:

    Some nice touches of humour in there, and that pie will forever remain a mystery. Good stuff :-D

  6. Hanna says:

    A nice good-humored tale that brought me very far and wide, Alen. From sniper rifles to Himalaya. And further the journey went to Buenos Aires and up to the right Fremington Edge to the cairn with the beautiful view.
    From Robert Burns to A Moose Loose Aboot the Hoose to a concern about the now soon 4 year old granddaughter get lemonade and packed lunch on the forthcoming hike with tall tales.
    I love the theory of Fray Bentos’ Pie. Speaking of foraging then the meal would be complete with two main courses starting with a fat red grouse.
    All the best,
    Hanna

    • McEff says:

      Hanna, you never fail to make me laugh. Thank you for that. And again you have given me an idea. I’ve never eaten a fat red grouse, so perhaps I should go on a quest for one. But it would be fraught with danger because they are guarded by the landowners and their game-keepers, all of whom carry guns. It would make a good post, though.
      Foraging is a worthy passtime because it gets you into the countryside and produces free dinners. We used to gather all sorts of fruit and fungi, and shellfish from the shore. There’s another idea for the future! Walking for food. I’ll certainly put that one on the list.
      Cheers, Alen

  7. Hanna says:

    Correction, I thought the theory consisted in the grouse got the can in the head, sorry about that :-)

  8. Nice find that pie – always makes me laugh when you see food that’s been dropped and is completely sealed up but, if someone sees you pick it up and later eat it, they screw their noses up! I’m quite a scavenger when I’m out – I’m always finding wrapped bars of choccie or boiled sweets and invariably pick them up and eat them on my walk. Hasn’t harmed me yet!

    That does look a nice area and re-inforces what I said after Richard’s Booze Cruise that we need to get up that way a bit more and do some walking. Lovely light on your photos – shame I left mine far too late in the day…
    Carol.

    • McEff says:

      Now you’ve reminded me of something there, Carol. I was dropping down Craeg Meagaidh with a chap from Glasgow one day when we came across a bum-bag that must have fallen off someone’s belt. Inside was a lump of Dundee cake that had a sell-by date that was three years out of date. We were both hungry so we halved it and wolfed it down. Didn’t do us any harm, either. I’ve always maintained that sell-by dates were invented for the benefit of the food industry to get us all emptying our cupboards and restocking them on a regular basis.
      I’ll just mention the light on the photos. I’ve been using a Canon Eos 1100D for the past year, but I’ve found it takes very dull pictures. There’s some software that came with it called Digital Photo Professional which really cleans up the images and brings out the colours. It’s very easy and tempting to go over the top but I’ve tried not to.
      Cheers, Alen

      • And there’s me thinking you’d just had a very rare beautiful day! ;-)

        Believe me, cake, sweets and chocolate don’t have a sell/eat-by date – no such thing for sweet stuff. Well, cake would eventually go mouldy but sweets and chocolate, while getting less attractive, can’t really ever go bad. I’ve had chocolate bars well over 10 years old in my coat pocket or my walking bag and they’re fine to eat when I eventually get to them – usually a bit tatty and squashed but taste just the same.

  9. grahamvasey says:

    Great read Alen, and great pictures as always!! It’s been years since I’ve been up on Fremington Edge, I would have probably gone back sooner if I know there were free pies on offer!!! lol

  10. Paul Besley says:

    I had completely forgotten all about Fray Bentos pies in a tin. I lived on those when I moved out of my parents home. Bloody marvellous they are, i am going to have to get one now. Mine workings are so interesting aren’t they. When i come across some i stand and let the images of the workmen and women, possibly kids as well, fill the scene in my mind. Real history, not this national trust grey green nonsense.

    • McEff says:

      Hi Paul. I agree with everything you say on pies, history and the National Trust. Don’t get me going on that organisation with its sanitised history and monuments that are far too expensive for a family day out.
      I think I could live on Fray Bentos pies as well. They beat KFC and burgers any day of the weeek.
      Cheers, Alen

  11. Jo Woolf says:

    Excellent, Alen! Love your photos, too! I’m guessing the Vikings might have dropped the pie, and you just happened across it. I think Fray Bentos was one of their gods. And a sheep imitating Miley Cyrus (you have some mad people following your blog (ahem!) :)

    • McEff says:

      Jo, you have hit a nail on the head that I completely overlooked. The Vikings had a goddess called Freya – who was associated with beauty, sexuality, fertility, war and death. I don’t think I’m wrong in saying that Friday – Freya’s day – is named in her honour. The leap to Freya Bentos is a logical step.
      I’m going to look at more pictures of the Lewis chessmen now to see if one of them is eating a pie.
      Cheers, Alen

      • Jo Woolf says:

        Crikey! You’re right – it makes perfect sense! How else would the Vikings fortify themselves before a spot of pillage? I think we’re onto something!

  12. mandala56 says:

    Great post, lovely photos, amusing about the pie. Your posts are ones I never miss, although it’s becoming difficult (life going on, stuff like that) for me to leave many comments. But, thank you!

    • McEff says:

      Hiya Jeanne. It’s always great to hear from people in different continents because it makes the world a much smaller and more intimate and friendly place. And that’s one of the things we need. Thanks for the comment.
      All the best, Alen

  13. Ash says:

    Another terrific post! I risk becoming addicted to the pies though!

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