Cerro Verde
Thursday - 20th October 2022
| Distance |
Time |
Elevation in meters |
Km |
Elapsed
Hrs-Mins |
Moving
Hrs-Mins |
Gain |
Loss |
Min |
Max |
| 10.87 |
5H08 |
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697 |
688 |
708 |
1,321 |
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Parking at Fabrica de la Luz, some 3 km from Canillas de Albaida
Ready for off
We crossed the stream several times as we climbed up
Walnut trees on the left, chaps!
I noticed that the over-50 males in the group had a shudder go down their backs as we passed the walnut trees. It reminded me of the time I went into see my (female) GP on a relatively minor matter, and ended up having the “Thwack-test”. Somehow my GP cajoled me to go behind the curtain and lay on the couch in the foetal position with my pants down. I heard the thwack through the flimsy curtain as she put a surgical glove on her right hand, and the oozing sound of the KY Jelly as it came out of the aluminium tube. In a flash she slipped through the gap in the curtain and before I could say anything ……. wham! “Your walnut is nice and round, with no enlargement” she said ”and I can feel the crease that divides the two halves……….”
We no longer have walnuts at Christmas. I am still suffering from “Post-Traumatic-Walnut-Syndrome”!
There is a serious note to this, chaps…….IF IN DOUBT, CHECK IT OUT! |
Honey Makers Cave
An ibex near Honey Makers Cave
Onwards and upwards
It got steeper here, and the farmer had concreted over the path making it harder under foot.
A really old cork tree
Looking back down the valley
It started to get a bit interesting!
Our lunch spot
Start of the climb to Cerro Verde
Mick looking a bit serious..... are they all going to make it?
R to L: Sheryle, Bernie, Lyn, Paul and Michael
The trig point
Photo by Bernie Muir
On the way down.... the pine needles made it really slippy
Cerro Atalaya
We walked along this fire break before cutting off to the right
Growing in the wild.... these would cost a fortune in a garden center in UK
Dried up irrigation system
Almost at the car park at Fabrica de la Luz
Dinner
Who played a wrotten trick on Ian and filled the caraf with water?
Ian giving a rendition of "Cushie Butterfield"
"Cushie Butterfield" is a famous Geordie folk song written in the 19th century by Geordie Ridley, in the style of the music hall popular in the day. It is regarded by many as the second unofficial anthem of Tyneside after Blaydon Races.
This now famous local piece pokes fun at one of the many (at the time) whitening-stone sellers. The stone, made of baked clay (or "yella clay") was used to clean and decorate the stone steps leading up to the front door of the many terrace houses in the area (The material, or similar, was in common use throughout the country). Ridley had to leave the area for a while when the song initially caused consternation with the real live stone sellers. It is apparently the last song written by him. |
I's a broken-hearted keel-man whats ower heed in love
With a young lass from Gateshead and I call her my dove
Her name's Cushie Butterfield and she sells yellow clay
And her cousin's a muck-man and they call him Tom Grey
She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here
Her eyes is like two holes in a blanket burnt through
And her broos of a morning would spyen a young coo
And when I hear her shootin', Will ye buy any clay
Like a candyman's trumpet, it steals my young heart away
She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here
You'll oft see her doon at Sandgate when the fresh herring comes in
She's like a bag full of sawdust tied roon' with a string
She wears big galoshes tae, and her stockin's once was white
And her bedgoon it's lilac and her hat's never straight
She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here
When I axed her te marry us she started te laugh
Noo, none of your monkey tricks for I like nae such chaff
Then she started a-bubbling and roared like a bull
And the chaps on the Quay says I's nowt but a fool
She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here
She says, The man that gets us he had te work every day
And when he comes hyem at neet he'll have te gan and seek clay
And when he's away seekin' it I'll make balls and sing
Oh weel may the keel row that my laddie's in
She's a big lass and a bonnie lass
And she likes her beer
And they call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here
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The only people who knew what Ian was singing.... Sue and Michael
Lyn, Paula and Ian giving it some!
Gustavo getting into the party mood
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