FIVE HOURS IN THE LAKE DISTRICT, CUMBRIA, UK.
Sunday 131105
Up to Ambleside for lunch at Zeffirelli's (we'd got up too late for breakfast......, err, OK I did), then out past Brathay Hall and up the "wrong" side of the Langdale valley to Skelwith Bridge, on to Elterwater, Chapel Stile, on and up the pass to Blea Tarn, down to Tilberthwaite, Hawkshead, Newby Bridge and back home to the big city.
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I might appear to be giving egg-sucking lessons, but if you click on each thumbnail then leave the cursor on most of these images, a square with four arrows will appear in the bottom r.h. side. Click it. |
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1. Not a church, but Zeffirelli's 2nd cinema with Loughrigg Fell behind. 2. Sex on wheels undoubtedly, a Citroen DS outside the restaurant. 3. A segment of the Fairfield Horseshoe from Ambleside. 4. The Langdale Pikes from Skelwith Fold. 5. As previous. 6. From Elterwater Common. 7. From halfway up Great Langdale. 8. Side Pike and Oak Howe Crag. |
9. Pike o' Stickle and Harrison Stickle (The Langdale Pikes), from halfway up the stepped tarmac of the pass to Little Langdale. 10. Blea Tarn, Wrynose Fell and Tilberthwaite Fells. 11. Coniston Water from The Coniston > Hawkshead road. 12. North along Esthwaite Water. 13. Lake Windermere from NNW of Newby Bridge. |
The southern end of this trip got me thinking of John Wyatt's The Shining Levels, a wonderful book my copy of which I lent out and lost 30 years ago. I've just ordered ordered another - £3.75 incl. p&p!!
Review: John Wyatt was brought up in an industrial town and started work as a newspaperman. He decided town life was not for him and took a job as an apprentice forest worker in the Lake District; he ended up as Head Warden for the Lake District National Park. This book is about his days as a forestry worker, not about the Lake District of summer holidays - well, it is, but it is about all seasons, about beer and pie in the pub, about getting bogged down in swamps, about living rough in a self-built shelter; it is about the scent of different woods in the fire, about the taste of hawthorn buds, and about his ideas of true solitude. I first read this book twenty-five years ago, and re-read it every few years. It always gives me pleasure, and ideas to think about, as well as itchy feet. I recommend it highly to everyone who loves the wind in their hair, the scent of the forest, and a view of infinity!
