They made many first assents in their career as both climbers and photographers. It must be useful to have a brother's shoulder to help one make a move across a rock face.
Unfortunately unlike the Sepia Saturday's prompt photograph of photographers taking pictures of the famous cherry blossom in Washington I have been unable to find any of the Abraham Brothers with their cameras. I know there is one because I have seen one of them in their early days with huge cameras and being amazed at the possibility of being able to climb with them. They are probably most famously associated with
Napes Needle on Great Gable in the Wasdale Valley, an important part of the early history of rock climbing in England first climbed in 1886 its iconic status is combined with the Wasdale Head Inn in the valley which is the place these early climbers gathered and so too do the modern climbers The decent of Napes Needle is considered more difficult that the climb but those people on the top are just feeling the exhilaration. The Abraham Brothers climbed this with cameras and also for the fun of just climbing it. This photograph is from "Beautiful Lakeland" published in 1912, one of the many of their books featuring their photographs. The book credits Ashley with the text and George with the photographs and describes this as "A very favourite climb, short but exceedingly difficult and only for those of long experience" and goes on to describe how to do it but as we all know from holiday disasters the best stories are those of adversity survived and enjoyed in retrospect so here is an extract from the book
"I recall a very unpleasant experience of my own on the Needle. It was a bitterly cold Christmas day of 1897, that a part of three of us climbed to its apex. We had no sooner arrived there than it came on to rain and as the rain fell it froze immediately on the rock; the Needle became almost like a huge inverted icicle. I essayed the decent, but the small handholds near the top were veneered with ice. It was quite impossible, so, with great difficulty, I regained my companions on the top. By this time a driving wind had sprung up and it behoved us to descend at once, or else be frozen and then blown off. It was an unpleasant dilemma, but we got out of it in the following manner. The strongest man of the party lowered first one and then the other of us, swinging round and round on the rope end like a spider at the end of its clew, until we reached the neck between the Needle and the mountain, seen in the illustration. Then the last man tied his rope round the top of the rock and came down hand over hand for about twenty feet, when off slipped the rope from the top and he came tumbling down on to us. Fortunately he retained his grasp of the rope and, as we were tied to the other end, we were able to arrest his fall before he had gone far. Beyond a severe shaking he was no worse, and this, with a bruised shoulder where his boot struck me as his body flew through the air; was all the damage sustained in our escapade".
And here is George's photo on firmer ground, an aspect that would have appeared on the Abraham's postcards and still does on modern cards, the road complete with potholes will be pretty similar too. In fact the potholes have got so bad that the council were to close the road to repair it this week, I wonder how far they got before the snow storm hit today and nature closed the roads in the Lake District. Great Gable appears as the middle mountain but the title of this book plate of "the gathering storm" put me in mind of the changeability of the Lake District weather and the time I sat on the mountain to the left, Kirk Fell, it was a beautiful summers day and we were fascinated to watch the speed the mist was rolling down the valley, over the lake until it climbed and covered all the mountains and everything disappeared around us, one of the many occasions it is good to have a compass to descend and regain the Wastdale Head Inn bar.
15 comments:
The Needle Rock and Wastwater photos are magnificent.
Thanks so much for including the story of the icy Needle Rock adventure. It reminds me that I will never, ever, ever try mountain climbing. Especially not in a tweed suit.
Nancy
An excellent account of these two plucky photographers. The feats were all the more admirable for the weight of equipment they had to carry, which I imagine must've included glass plates. I hope that you'll share the image of them with their photographic equipment as and when you find it.
What a wonderful story.I'd never heard of the Abraham brothers although I know some of those views!
It amazes me that anyone could climb the Needle Rock and not fall off the top even in good weather.
Wasdale Head Inn, birth place of Rock Climbing and home of the World's Biggest Liar.
Wonderful photographs. That generation of early photographers were great pioneers. It must have been exciting (and exhausting) to have a camera in those distant times.
As much as I like to take pictures, I hate lugging my camera around - and it's digital! And doesn't require a bunch of lenses and flash bulbs! I can't imagine trying to climb those rocks AND carry a camera. This is why I'm not a professional photographer.
What a cool post! Sometimes I look at a fantastic photo, such as the one of the Needle and think, wow, what shot. To read about how they could have died while taking it puts things into perspective.
The last photo is very beautiful.
Kathy M.
Amazing, imagine what people would say if they dressed like that now! They do look to be enjoying life for sure! Great photos!
I would never attempt to climb anything called 'needle'!
Loved eading this post.
Great story and photos. That's one area of England I have been remiss in visiting so far.
Bloody Hell That's Hardcore Photography!Shame on us Landlubbers!
Amazing post! Now that is what I call "getting your shot!
This kind of reminds me of when we went to Scotland in 2009 and hiked up to see the Old Man of Storr. Someone told us it was only a 30 minute hike and we stupidly started the trek. Three and 1/2 hours later, these 2 exhausted hikers came upon the Old Man and saw serious climbers attempting to breach his heights. We wisely decided to go no farther.
They were more manly men than me. Sigh.
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