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Boulsworth Hill

Boulsworth Hill is in Pendle, in Lancashire, but very close to the Yorkshire border. It’s not the most popular hill; I climbed it on a Bank Holiday, and there was barely anyone about. I suppose when people think about climbing a hill in Pendle, the obvious choice is Pendle Hill. Boulsworth is a bit smaller, but probably more difficult; the paths are not as well defined, and in some parts it is impossible to entirely avoid bog.

To be honest, it knocked me for six a bit. I’ve done bigger and more strenuous hills and mountains in my life, but this was the most difficult walk I’ve done for some time and I underestimated it a little. I have climbed it before but not for several years, and I didn’t have very clear memories of it. But it was a rewarding experience, even if I wasn’t feeling great.

The name ‘Boulsworth’ may come from a word meaning ‘bull’s neck’, apparently because of a ridge that somehow resembles that. I’ve not seen it myself but I haven’t studied the hill. The summit is called Lad Law.

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Poetry – One Reason


Give me one reason to love you, please
Let me offer some kind of defense
When people ask why I care for you,
I don’t care if it even makes sense

I just want some justification,
Can’t you manage one little act?
Or even a nice word would do it
One tiny redeeming fact.

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Sharp Haw

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I don’t think I’ve done a walking post in ages. I have been walking, just ones I’ve written about here before. But I don’t think I’ve ever done a post on Sharp Haw, which is weird because it doesn’t feel like that long since I last climbed it. But apparently so.

So, Sharp Haw is a small hill in the Yorkshire Dales, a bit outside of Skipton. It’s very distinctive; it goes up quickly at the top, so it looks kind of pointed. I don’t know if that’s why it called Sharp Haw; it seems appropriate, especially since its neighbouring hill is called Rough Haw and is bumpier looking, but I’ve learnt that the obvious reason for a name isn’t always the real one. ‘Haw’ is either from an old word for hill, or an old word for ‘view’. Either would make sense.

There’s more than one path up Sharp Haw, but I’ve basically always walked the same route. I think I went up a different way once, but I don’t have very clear memories of that. I almost always start from a road called Bog Lane. There’s a gate with a little parking area next to it, and Sharp Haw in view beyond it. Continue reading “Sharp Haw”

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Poetry – I Hope You Knew

I hope you knew I loved you,
That you really understood
Once you were gone I’d miss you more
Than I’d have ever thought I could.

I’ve cried until my throat is raw,
And the tears have made me blind.
It’s been years since I saw you last
But you’re still clear in my mind.
I could live a thousand lifetimes
And I’m sure that I’d still see
Your face each time I close my eyes
Dream you’re living them with me.

I know that I messed things up
I never said I loved you,
But I swear that I truly did
I only hope somehow you knew.

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I was struggling a lot to come up with a subject for this post, so I spent a minute listing everything that came to mind and then picked out the topics that most captured my interest. This was one of them. So that’s how this post came to be.

A retelling is taking an existing story and putting some kind of twist on it. Typically, it’s of a myth or fairytale, or a classic that’s passed into the public domain. I was mostly thinking of the latter type when writing this post, so some what I say might not necessarily apply to the former. Of course, you can retell a more recent story, but you probably won’t be able to publish it.

Also, I’m referring to works that are actually billed as retellings, not just stories that reflect older ones, having the same themes and plot elements. In some cases, these can be considered retellings, but they’re not what I’m talking about here. Some of the points do still apply though.

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