Well yesterday was our final full day in paradise. As you’re reading this we’ll be heading back home, my first venture to paradise over.
But before then we had all day Wednesday to enjoy the calmness….
Sarah had planned to climb Skiddaw, which would take several hours so I decided if I could retrace my steps of last year, or whenever, when I walked the 10 miles round Derwentwater for charity.
The forecast had been for dull and mizzle so it was a nice surprise to open my curtain
The dark looming clouds and the beautiful blue sunshiney sky displaying the unpredictability of the Cumbrian weather…
Over breakfast it became apparent that Sarah’s body was suffering from the swim and walk yesterday so she decided to come with me on my flat walk. She reminded me how I’d struggled round the 10 miles last year so we decided to take a bus down to the Grange and walk round from there, so taking off a third – compromise….
Such is the changeable weather here, that I can blink and the skies change. As Sarah txt, ‘see you in 5’, I looked up and saw the chinks of blue had been replaced by the rain clouds approaching from Borrowdale valley. That’s what I love about my view, how its forever changing 😍….just hope the next time I blink the blue sky has returned 🙄😂
Anyway, we trundled off to the bus station and as if by magic, the 77A was waiting for us to take us to The Grange. It’s the little bus that I usually stay on for an hour and a half full circle trip, but this time we alighted at the Grange bridge making the walk about 5.5 miles instead of the 10.
I love this little village, simply because its on the edge of Derwentwater and sits with Cats Bell in the distance. We followed the road round, the bell circled in its slate tower catching my eye
It’s the rhododendron and azalea season, so colour is everywhere. Finally leaving the field, we crossed the boggy fields, thankfully with wooden slipways, through the woods. Every now and then a small cove would appear
Just beauty round every corner. We even heard the beautiful calling of a cuckoo somewhere high in the trees along with the woodpecker, but just couldn’t catch sight of them 🙄
Even though it was mizzling lots of the time, it didn’t matter, as the sun also tried to shine
As we trundled round and through the well worn paths, we eventually came to the wooden carved hand, a place everyone stops for a piccie and we were no different
The ground was covered in ferns all around the lake to compliment the rhododendrons..
The tree lined paths were occasional dappled with sunshine which was certainly in short supply today, but when it did appear it suddenly became twice as warm until its disappearance only moments later..
The llama center, or are they alpacas 🤔…always get them muddled….came into view
Pheasants joining them on their field
These woolly animals came in a variety of colours
Their wool a precious commodity
Eventually we reached Nicol End, where we stopped for a cuppa and Sarah had the biggest scone I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t resist snapping her lovely face with a tiny spot of cream on the end of her nose before I mentioned it to her 😂
Refreshed and ready for out final mile, through Portiscale and passed another field of sheep with their lambs, which made us chuckle as I said they looked like monkey faces….
It must have taken us 4-5 hours as my body was feeling weary. Back through town and Sarah made her way back to Appletrees to get ready for her final swim with Catherine and this time, with her friend Sue, while I went and got my supper before joining them.
We trundled to a quiet bay just a short walk away. I was chief stick thrower for Polly
And the girls had fun and much laughter in the lake
Polly kept barking at me as I kept getting distracted by the view instead of throwing her stick 😂🙄
My camera suddenly announced ‘Battery Exhausted’….a bit like I felt and so it was Sarah who took the final selfie before heading back home.
It was nearly tea time and had been a long trundling day. The mizzle was still falling, but as I looked out of my window I felt the urge for one last look at Friars Cragg. We were leaving early in the morning, so I donned my coat and shoes once more and headed out for a last trundle of my stay.
Through Hope Park and down to the lake, the beautiful poppies coated in mizzle
The lake itself looking calm and serene despite the weather ..
Friars Cragg was deserted, unusual, but the damp weather had sent everyone home maybe. I sat on my bench, hoping to see a Robin but sadly even the weather kept them away, so I sat, just for a few minutes, alone and totally content, before sighing a farewell to my favourite spot and leaving the bench for the next person to come along and enjoy this wonderful view…….until next time…..