The Lake District
When I first got to the Lake District it was drizzling. I was missing the sea and the beaches of Cornwall. But then Stu arrived, an old friend that I hadn’t seen for years. He loves the Lakes and knows it well. As I picked him up from the station the sun began to shine and continued to shine almost non-stop for the next four days.
We climbed Old Man of Coniston and took a walk along the ridge and down to a natural infinity pool, we kayaked, we took Beryl up and over the treacherous Hardknott Pass with it’s hair pin turns and 30 degree gradients to the astonishment of the other cars struggling through the mountains.
We spent 2 happy days in Wasdale - the West Lakes - the most beautiful part of the Lakes in my view - unspoilt and remote. We climbed Scarfell Pyke - the highest point in Britain and sat in a cloud at the top then ran down in the rain.
We watched cormorants dry their wings in the sun as we had breakfast on the banks of Lake Windemere.
We ate pie and drank ale.
By the end of the four days our bodies were aching with all the exercise, our faces were brown and we were grinning from ear to ear. We’d rediscovered friendship, a love of birds and a joy that comes with physical challenge and fresh mountain air.
My soul soared by the sea and my body has flourished in the mountains.
I’m liking these Lakes…