Had a night of very weird dreams, kept waking and living them awake then drifting off and continuing; very weird, very strange. Needless to say, when the alarm went off I was in a deep slumber 🙄
Showered and the kettle on, I drew back my curtains to find a veil of mist covering all but the park with it’s coloured tents ready for the start of the mountain festival today..
The forecast said for rain most of the day, but it didn’t dampen my spirits as it would have done at home. Just being here is enough.
After Catherine’s lovely breakfast, I wrapped the arms of my raincoat around my waist and, first off, went into town for my supper. Going round Keswick shops is lethal for me and since I ended up with a carrier full of ‘stuff I never knew I needed’ so took it back to my room before heading off to walk around the lake. I guessed that if it was going to rain, I’d be sheltered in the woods at various points along the way…..as it turned out it didn’t rain one drop….I love it when the weather man is wrong in the right direction 🤣
With it being the Mountain Festival, I wasn’t sure how crowded it would be, but I needn’t have worried. The crowds of summer had long gone. The first thing I noticed was the birds were back. They’d disappeared when the staycation crowds had descended but now, the quiet of autumn had seen them return. At one point I stood and listened and it was as though I had a surround sound system of birds calling out all around me. It was so beautiful and so comforting to hear them back again. So many of the Robins, which I thought had gone, all returned
Just in the first half an hour I saw blue tits, Jenny wren, swallows and even house martin’s flying into their nest in the next guest house to Appletrees…❤️….and one bird silhouetted in the fir tree
Down through Hope Park admiring the formal flower beds, which you rarely see any more due to cut backs
And soon I was by the lake. A random pheasant had join the ducks and seagulls by the shore of the lake – either lost or knowing where lots of food would be forthcoming 🤣
Couldn’t resist a slight detour to Friars Crag. The sky looking overcast, but the air still and calm
Continuing on and following the lake path round, a lovely reflection of Cat Bells in the water
People already at the top of my favourite climb
You need never feel lonely in Keswick, as each passerby, this time of year, automatically smiles and says hello, some exchanging a few words as they contemplate the view….no, you need never feel lonely here.
Milenium bench and stone came and went and then the tree trunk where coins had been hammered in for luck by generations of walkers…
It was so peaceful, no noise polluting my ears, just the calmness of the water and the chattering of the birds. Even the jetty at Ashness bridge lay empty; a common jumping off platform for adventurous children and adults alike in the summer
Crossing the road and heading through the moss and fern filled wood to avoid walking on the path less road to Lodore
Up and over the Christopher Robin bridge and along the wooden walkways across the bogs before reaching the far side of the lake. This lovely fellow caught my eye. He was stood stock still in the water obviously on the lookout for some tasty morsel beneath
Alternating between the secluded bays
Then through the cooler shadier woods
I came to the wooden hands, now looking aged and weathered like mine. Many a photo has been taken of one of us sat in there…
I came to the point of two paths and I never know which one to take. A couple had just taken the left hand path so I took the right. A man called out to me halfway along.
“It’s a dead end, just goes to the bay”
I knew it wasn’t, that a little path hidden round the corner would take me back to join the main path. But I didn’t tell him that. I actually couldn’t think quick enough to tell him any diffferent, so I just smiled and replied that I was heading for the bay anyway.
Soon the sign for Hawks End
Time to have my chat with Sylvia. I miss her company so much, her laughter, her frowning face whenever she disagreed 🤣. I always feel better after one of our chats……
A seagul squawked after another one as though giving it a good telling off
I could have sat with the others and waited for the launch to take me back but decided I’d carry on walking; only another 90 minutes or so to go.
I remember my friend, Pip, saying only last week, or was it the week before, how the fungi was back. Pip would know exactly which type it was, but to me, it’s just beautiful
Through the woods once more, …..coming out at the Alpacas field
And then the café at Nicole end, where most people stop for tea and one of their ginormous scones, but they hold no appeal for someone who doesn’t feel hunger or thirsty, so I walked on by after snapping at the boats in the marina
Portiscale and just 1 mile to go according to the sign post. The sheep in the field as they always are – Herdwicks I think..with their lovely monkey like faces
Legs weary, my Fitbit telling me why
I head home for a cuppa…..still none of the forecasted rain thank goodness…..
Finally, instead of snuggling down for the evening, I decided to go and watch the opening of the Mountain Festival. It’s a sports and music festival over the entire weekend. It starts with time trials around the town centre, open to anyone to try their hand just for fun and was such a laugh to watch. First the men…….
Then the women…
And finally a bike trial as well…all just for the fun of it…
It finished off with drummers taking to the course where even their dog was dressed for the part
….but, without my hearing aids, to block out the loud tone, it would have been a tad too close for comfort, so I headed back just before they started
I didn’t need to go to the music concert in the evening as I could see and hear it from my room, very clearly😂🤣
Such a wonderful day…❤️