We are home again after our annual trip to the Lakes, which Covid was kind enough to allow. We are expecting to be confined to a greater degree in the near future if the rise in infection continues, and are so grateful to have been able to be there this year. As ever the place was magical, despite not "going anywhere"; we walked and swam and I knitted and crocheted and read far too many books, the best of which was The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle.
Neither of us can walk very far, due to age and general debility, but I managed a couple of, for me, longish walks, (just over 1 1/2 miles in old money), and as ever looked longingly at the Pikes, wishing I were fitter. This is taken from a point on the road above Elterwater. The sense of space is quite different from a walk on the south coast, with the sea's horizon at one's side. Here is such stillness, space contained by immenseness, water trickling, sheep foraging, light glancing off the landscape, a here and a there.
We stay just on the edge of Elterwater, and were lucky enough to see a red squirrel for the first time
As ever there was rain, but that just adds to the beauty and richness of the colours
And ever in the background, water and reflection
Then one night, when sleep was eluding me, moonlight and shadow
What glorious scenes - air and peace and clarity. And red squirrels are always a delight!
ReplyDeleteHello Rachel, it is a wonderful place to visit, and has been for the past 15 years; peace and clarity indeed. We never tire of it, and usually include a trip down Windermere as part of the week, but obviously not this year.
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