Saturday in paradise…….

It all began with another lovely early morning walk. I remembered to look at the weather app today and tomorrow looks less certain so I decided to make the most of today…..I’d had a stressful night of weirdness, in dreams and ascertaining truth from dream, so I was glad to get out in the early morning chilled air.

As I reached the launch bay, once more a blue tinge coated the lake and instead of the thick fog of yesterday, banks of fog floated around the distant fells, and hovered above the water.

Following my normal route, the camera class were once more down in the bay, but seemed happier today, still static with their tripods, but this morning I could hear laughter between them

I took a video for my Twitteroos and Facebook friends as the photos never quite do it justice, the video gives it that special calmness I feel when I’m there. I wish I could share my videos with you on here but havn’t worked out how 🙄

I cradled my video phone from left to right and ended here

Beautiful reflections this morning from Friars Cragg

Far more dog walkers about than yesterday, maybe the weekend travellers have bolstered their numbers. I turn and make my way back and stop in the swimming cove in the hope of seeing the Mandarin duck again. Not only did I see Mr Mandarin in his colourful attire, but Mrs Mandarin was next to him, not as colourful but with beautiful markings. What is it about ducks and the males always being the colourful ones 🤔😂

I wish we had a Mrs Mandarin for our village duck 🤔…..imagine the wonderful ducklings 🥰

The clouds were now opening up with a tinge of pink around the edges. I just LOVE the reflections that appear in the water in the morning light

…and the clouds reflecting their own mirror image

There was a hint of a promising day as I looked up at the spectacular Monkey Tree near Appletrees

…and once I’d showered and drawn the curtains, it was as if a different world had appeared once more

After breakfast, with the sun shining bright, I decided to take a trip to Grasmere on the bus. I also had in mind that after that I’d head into Windemere and walk down to the lake at Bowness. I headed out of the gate and could hear my friendly Robin singing. It’s always in the same tree when I arrive home from my early morning walk and again when I head out as now.

The queue for the bus was enormous and as I approached what I thought was the end, I realised they were queuing at both sides 😳. I couldn’t think what to do or where to stand, so just hung around in the middle 🥴 the bus arrived and everyone started to pile on. I managed to get the seat next to the bus driver so had his lovely wide windscreen to admire the view. The bus driver had the patience of a saint. People putting their cards in the wrong place; some not knowing where they wanted to get off and him patiently saying, “Give us a clue”, with a happy smile on his face. 🤣

Eventually we got going. I love this bus ride as the views through the window are so wonderful.

Two spaniels got on with their owners

It’s a dogs paradise here as well as my own. Everywhere you go, dogs are always welcome.

Half an hour later we arrived in Grasmere and I headed straight for Wordsworth’s daffodil garden

Here’s how it came about..hope you can read it 🤔

The path around is made up of 3000 slabs, each printed with names and place they lived, some from all over the world

In spring the garden is awash with daffodils 🥰

Next stop was the Gingerbread makers. Gingerbread unique to Grasmere and again, with lots of history

The shop is kept as it was and the shop assistants must have their photos taken hundreds of times a week

A riverside walk completed my stay in Grasmere. The water crystal clear slowing the reflections of everything around

I was going to go to Windemere but had a yearning to head back to Keswick. I don’t actually like Windemere, I just like the bus ride. So I stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus back to paradise. Once back in my comfort zone, I had a cuppa in my room before deciding I’d walk around the lake. I’d never done it in an afternoon before so the light would make it different.

I headed anti-clockwise towards Portiscale. A man was fly fishing in the river and people were stood on the bridge watching him deftly cast his line

As I reached the other side, this little chappie was waiting for me, his head cocked to one side in puzzlement

I stood watching him for ages, hopping from post to grass and back again 🥰

The Alpacas were in a chilled mood as I walked by their field

A pheasant following one around

It’s the start of the fungi season and this was my main reason for walking round the lake. Only spotted a few

….as I kept forgetting and got distracted looking at the lake

……and went to have a chat with Sylvia

….and climbers up high on the rocks 🙄

My legs were telling me they’d had enough. I just missed the open top bus at Lodore, so kept on walking in the hope of catching the launch at Ashness Bridge. Well bless me, the same thing happened as yesterday. I’d just turned the corner of the bay with Ashness in the distance when the launch came into view. Once more I had to get a proper wobble on to catch it and by the skin of my teeth, I managed it again, just like yesterday….and sat back and enjoyed the rest of the views from the water

After seeing the Robin earlier, I had a strong craving for a Biriani 😳… and Sylvia always had one at the local Indian restaurant each time we came here. I havn’t had one for years and the smell of curry normally turns my stomach now, dementia at work once more, even though I had one weekly pre dementia. But I had a sudden wave of sadness come over me. I was missing Sylvia’s company. The same restaurant still exists and goodness know why, but I had to go and get one for my supper. The strange thing was… didn’t smell of curry, even the vegetable curry sauce it comes with, didn’t smell of curry… fact, it didn’t smell at all, either Covid or dementia at work…but the one precious thing was……it reminded me of Sylvia and as I sat and ate it alone, the memories came flooding back.

P.S….as I sat in my room typing this I saw the dramatic sky unfold out of my window

….what an end to the day….

It’s Sunday tomorrow as I type, my last day, but sadly I’ve run out of space to tell you about it, so instead I’ll post my favourite photo of the day….and here it is…it’s not just the Robin, but the story behind the photo. A large group of youngsters were some way behind me but very loud with their laughter and voices. I’d stopped when I spotted the Robin and was hoping it wouldn’t fly away as they approached. But as they did, I heard one shout ‘SHHhhhhhh” to the others. I didn’t realise at the time they were shushing for me. It was only when I clicked that one of them spoke:

Did you get it?” I smiled and nodded. “Awesome” and they high fives one another and went on their way just as loud and raucous as before. But for that special moment, they’d noticed and hushed.🥰

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

14 thoughts on “Saturday in paradise…….

  1. Ooh, you went to Grasmere – my second favourite place in the Lakes! Hope you bought some Grasmere gingerbread too. Have you ever walked along the lane beside the garden centre, past the Faery Garden (yes, that is the right spelling!) where you can sit and watch the ducks to your heart’s content. Further along that lane, there is a steep walk down to the lake, through a kissing gate beside a fence, and then along to a sort of beach with logs to sit on and watch the boats and more ducks, as well as a stunning view across to the Coffin Trail which goes to Ambleside. It’s well worth it and easy to do in an hour or so. Apologies if I’m preaching to the converted – you probably know all this anyway!! x

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  2. It is so lovely to read your messages and wander with you. You have made all of these locations so appealing and I look forward to a visit someday. I was curious about two things. As I read this message it is Thursday, September 29 in Canada. I noticed the reference to Saturday – was this a walk from earlier in the week? I was also wondering if you might tell me more about the changes you notice in tastes, smells and flavours is it due to dementia? Your notes on the ‘loss of anger’ as an emotion was a HUGE help to me. Thank you for continuing to share your journey.

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    1. Yes the Saturday was last Saturday. I rarely publish blogs at the weekend so everything gets delayed. Yes all the changes in taste, smell, sight etc is due to my dementia. If you can get hold of my second book, What I wish people knew about dementia, it’s all in there ☺️x

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  3. What a nice story about the group of kids quieting down while you took a bird picture! I worked with elementary school kids for 6 years in retirement, and found them to be quite astute and naturally kind. Best job I ever had! Too bad it’s been interrupted by a pandemic. Thanks for sharing your experience!

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  4. Hello Wendy ,I live in Invercargill New Zealand and am really enjoying your blogs .I have a family member with Dementia and have just finished reading the two books you have written .They are both very informative and it’s great to get an inside view into the life of a person with Dementia .I have learnt a lot .Thank you .

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