Date: Thu, 19 May 1994 01:25:36 +0000
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From:peter@physics.otago.ac.nz (Peter Dowden)
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ISSUE NUMBER 3 - LATE MAY 1994

 Featuring
  More Adventures in Ransome's Lakeland
  Baba Yaga's House explained

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A NOTE FROM YOUR CLERK OF SIGNALS

I got this from Hamish:
I like S2M simply because it is interactive due to the nature of the
communication medium. No waits for AGMs!

I'm sure there must be a few more potential CyberMembers say in Japan
and the States as well as Australasia who are on the Internet. Maybe
if the paper-based publications carry some more details we'll get a
few more in the group.

If you find a monthly issue too much then bi-monthly would be fine by
me.

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                             | Hamish |

This leads me to wonder, why be monthly, bi-monthly or anythingly? These things are 
most "interactive" if they are also instant. I'll now send s2m whenever there's 
something to send, be it every day [gulp!] or twice a year. This is the policy of 
URSI NEWS, most of whose features I'm copying in making this e-newsletter.
As it happens, there is something to send: another of Hamish's guided explorations 
of Ransome territory. I have also compiled my correspondence with Yelena Aksyenova 
on the subject of Baba Yaga's mysterious house, as described by Ransome in _Old 
Peter's Russian Tales_. Yelena teaches at a Siberian secondary school, and the 
students there are keen on writing to any key-pals who are interested. The address 
accompanies the Baba Yaga article.
As Hamish points out above, in over 1200 members there must be a few more networked 
tars, so keep looking, and get them in touch!

Drool,
Peter Dowden

PS This issue is dedicated to the memory of Richard Scarry, another wonderful 
children's writer and illustrator. Roger Walker said if Columbus had known about 
chocolate he'd have "fairly hogged it": I'm sure Ransome would have admired Scarry's 
work.
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RANSOME'S LAKELAND: YEWDALE

from: hamish@gunn.demon.co.uk (Dr.H.I.E.Gunn)

Peter, here is a little article on my search for AR's campsite
in the Yewdale Valley. I may write to Claire Kendall-Price to
see if she can throw any light on the subject.




           The Hunt for AR's campsite. 

                Hamish I. E. Gunn

I am particularly interested in the period of AR's life 
when he was in his late teens - early twenties, before 
his first marriage. During this time he worked in 
London, first as an office boy in a publishing house, 
later becoming self-supporting as a reviewer and 
magazine article author. In those days before television 
and radio, the reading market was large and disparate 
(and dare I say it, probably more discerning). It was 
during this time that AR travelled north to holiday in 
his beloved Lake District. It must have been an idyllic 
time, surrounded by his artistic friends and the Lake 
District country folk.

In 1908, aged 24, AR was staying at Low Yewdale farm. 
This is a collection of buildings just off the main road 
to Coniston from Ambleside, near to the junction to 
Tilberthwaite. The main buildings comprise a large barn 
and two cottages in line and at right angles to the 
barn. I infer from Claire Kendall-Price's book "In The 
Footsteps Of The Swallows And Amazons" that the larger 
house, now actually two semi-detacheds, was the one in 
which he lived. Which of the semi-detacheds actually 
had his room appears not to be known. The smaller 
house to the north appears to have been a store later 
converted to a house by Beatrix Potter. [Claire Kendall-
Price refers to "the middle house in the other building" 
without reference to which building. Also she refers to 
the storehouse "on the far left" without indicating 
which way one should be facing.] Looking east, in front 
of the two houses is a low-walled garden leading down 
to Tilberthwaite Beck. It is likely that this farm 
appeared in some guise in the S&A books.

While he stayed here AR used to camp up the valley 
when the weather was hot. He had a ridge tent in the 
days before camping became popular.

   "But for good weather I had a second home, 
    in a tent on a small mound close to Yewdale 
    Beck a few hundred yards up the valley"

Many friends used to visit him and he them. Since he 
enjoyed walking so much he thought nothing of 
travelling long distances on foot. (I must say however 
that I find some of the distances claimed in his 
autobiography a little suspect, nay ambitious). He 
describes how he used to walk from Low Yewdale to 
Ambleside, to Ulpha (visiting his mother) and to Cartmel.

I had incorporated Low Yewdale into my family walk 
book. Visiting it, I thought I knew the mound where he 
had camped. There is a mound near to the farm, up the 
valley, however it is only about a hundred yards away 
and is next to a small ditch tributary of Yewdale Beck. I 
wasn't convinced but thought this was the likeliest spot. 
It had a few trees at one side, some rocks on top and 
there was plenty of space to pitch camp.

On the cover and inside of Claire Kendall-Price's book  
is a picture of AR encamped near Low Yewdale. He sits 
on a deck-chair in front of his tent. A pail sits beside 
him. Behind him a few yards away are some trees. The 
skyline of the hills above Tarn Hows is visible. The sun 
shines on AR's face. From this picture I thought I had 
confirmation that the mound next to the farm was his 
campsite.

After Easter, my family went to the Lake District for a 
week. We (I!) decided to have a walk at the north end 
of Coniston Water. I really wanted to check the picture 
against the mound. We started off from the car park at 
Monk Coniston (right at the top east side of Coniston 
Water). We walked round the top of the lake towards 
Coniston and turned right at the road junction, heading 
north. Another few hundred yards along a National 
Trust footpath took us to a farm and small sawmill 
where we turned left along a farm track. This is a 
delightful little walk on a sunny spring or summer 
morning. Eventually we came to Yewdale Beck, then to a 
stone bridge by Low Yewdale farm. A short diversion 
through the farm took us to the mound.

Well, book in hand I proceeded to match the picture 
with the lie of the land. I came across some 
inconsistencies:
   I could not match the existing trees.
   The skyline did not seem at the right angle.
   The ground did not match.
Try as I might I really could not convince myself that 
this was the spot, despite many attempts at various 
points on and near the mound.

It was time for a return to the source. AR states his 
mound was several hundred yards up the valley next to 
Yewdale Beck. Now wandering up the bank of Yewdale 
Beck from the farm for several hundred yards does not 
lead one to a mound of any description, certainly no 
trees. In fact the field adjacent to the beck is bowling 
green flat! Given this, I formed the hypothesis that in 
the time since AR camped here, the trees had been cut 
down and the mound levelled. So unless more evidence 
arises I'll never know where AR's campsite was.

Somewhat disappointed, we continued on our walk. We 
returned to the bridge and followed the right bank of 
Yewdale Beck going upstream. On quickly coming to a 
wood we followed a path (mentioned in "ITFOTS&A") up 
through the wood to Tarn Hows Cottage. Then we 
followed the road uphill to Tarn Hows where we took a 
leisurely tour round this anticlockwise, stopping for a 
picnic lunch. Just past the outflow a path led us down 
through fields to the main Coniston road where we 
gingerly made our way to High Yewdale farm then 
across more fields back to Low Yewdale farm. From 
there we retraced our steps to the car park. We 
drowned our sorrows at the Drunken Duck imagining 
what it was like when AR was here in 1908:

   "on a general walk over to Ambleside ... we 
    had stopped for bread and cheese and beer 
    by the Drunken Duck at Barngates"


-- 
                             | Hamish |

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BABA YAGA AND THE HOUSE ON CHICKEN LEGS

an electronic discussion between Yelena G. Aksyenova and Peter Dowden

Peter's address: peter@physics.otago.ac.nz
Yelena's adderss: English Club <englclub@kancjt.krasnoyarsk.su  

The discussion began in 1993 when a small message stood out among all the others in 
the Internet News "rec.boats" newsgroup:

In article <AD4VawiiY5@kancjt.krasnoyarsk.su Computers' Frends' Club,
compfrcl@kancjt.krasnoyarsk.su writes:
We go in for boating in summer, also we learn economics.

I replied, asking for more about their boating, and explaining my interest in 
Arthur Ransome and his Russian connection.

Eventually I recieved the following from The Kansk Centre of Childrens Elementary 
Engineering in Siberia:


I'm Yelena, 35 years old, a teacher of English at a secondary school,
the town of Kansk, Siberia, Russia.
We here got your message and try to e-mail a reply to you.
Our children (13-16 years old) with the teachers (21-40 years old)
go boating on Siberian rivers and sometimes lakes (the Baikal,
have you heard about it?). The paddling boats (I'm not sure if my
English makes you understand things).
[...]
P.S. Of course we here "know" Baba Yaga the Witch, she presents almost
in every Russian fairy-tale.

The oppurtunity suddenly arose: can I at last uncover one of the wierdest of 
Ransome's literary riddles... the House on Chicken Legs.

Yelena:
Well, We here never fall to thinking of Baba Yaga's house
on two Chicken's legs - we used to take it this way. And how can
this very house speak? But it "CAN"! I don't think there is any
legend about it; it's as usual as any fairy-tale itself.

Peter:
So you're confirming the story of the chicken legs? I'm glad the writer was so 
faithful to the original when translating.

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Yelena kindly complimented my artwork, and that was all to be said about the House 
until a long time had passed...
then this:

Yelena:
Peter , I've wondered about the Baba Yaga's house...
My husband says that near the Baikal one can see trees standing
upon their roots about 1 metre high, because the ground was washed
out with water. These roots are much alike chicken legs. Besides,
the hunters usually build their wooden house in the forest standing
upon pillars (is the word correct?) for wild animals not to get
into the house. It reminds chicken legs also.

So there we have it! There are some points of fairy tales just too strange to be 
fictional: I always found the concept of a house on chicken legs faintly disturbing. 
My brother Paul, also a tar, says he always imagined thousands of actual-size 
chicken legs, this gave no comfort -- for me, it will have to be the tree trunks!


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END OF _SIGNALLING TO MARS_ ISSUE #3
