Today (Sunday)I opened my curtains to a glorious morning
Some low cloud, clinging to the Borrowdale valley in the distance as I zoomed in…
Fitting for the day when we’ll be scattering Syvia’s ashes, ashes which I held close to me last night at Davids. May seem macabre to some for me to want to do that, but I was giving Sylvia one last hug and felt her close.
Whether or not I’d also be paragliding, I had to put out of my mind, as this was Sylvias day initially.
I showered, had breakfast, where I had the company of a young lad who was on his first visit to Keswick. He was looking forward to climbing the fells, something he hadn’t done before and today his challenge was Cat Bells. I felt so envious and thrilled for him – just at the beginning of his love affair with Keswick, as he was clearly besotted with its beauty.
I waited for David at 10am by the boats all sat waiting the the expected hordes of tourists who descend on my paradise today. Both seasoned hikers would mingle with staycation first timers.
David arrived for our 10 mile walk around towards Hawks End, where we’d meet Roland and Gill – 2 of Sylvias life long friends who would join us for the scattering. I lighted the mood by chuckling at David carrying Sylvia in his rucksack – she’d have loved the idea of having a piggy back 😍🤣
We couldn’t have asked for better weather as we went from one landmark to another, the lake always on our right and looking beautiful…could I possibly be walking off the edge of Cat Bells straight ahead of me and flying in the sky later 😳
The launches passed us several times trundling round with their boatful of happy tourists
We’d both stop every now and then, chatting continuously as we trundled, to take in a scene or just pause and soak up the beauty. This one making me chuckle as it looked like the fisherman had caught a wild water swimmer 🤣
One side of the lake done, we stopped and stood on the Pooh Bear bridge which would take us towards the other side of the Lake
The long snaking wooden paths, a route across the boggy land
Still 90 minutes to go before our destination, each cove bringing about a surprise around every corner
Through the woods, a welcome cooling from the brilliant sunshine
I spied Josh in the air testing the winds for the possibility of flights today
Then by pure chance came upon him having just landed, where he told me the wonderful news that we’d be trying around 5 if it was still the same….😳
We then turned towards Hawks End Jetty where we’d find a special resting place for Sylvia
Gill and Roland had been waiting for us and after cuddles and conversations, I could see David was struggling to no where to start, so I suggested a place with a landmark – so used am I to finding landmarks to make me feel safe. An unusual tree layed out along the shore and the perfect stepping stones by the water. David gave me Sylvia to hold once more and I said :
“Let’s do this”
A somber beautiful moment where we laid Sylvia in a place she loved and silence fell over the four of us as we took in the bitter sweet occasion; David saying a beautiful few words of love as he scattered her over the shoreline to mingle with the rocks and water.
Then we just stood and watched in silence, words unnecessary ….
Farewells said to Gill and Roland as they headed back to their car, me and David still had 2-3 miles left to do. As we reached another wooded area, I suddenly felt something in my back pocket. I’d meant to take it out by the lake and forgotten, so I took it out here instead….
After all, couldn’t not have Sylvia in at least one of the photos
We finally reached town around 3 o’clock – 5 hours being a record time for me; my daily 5-10 mile trundles around the village having done the trick.
Hugs to David and I went back to my room to collapse for 30 mins as then I needed my feet and tired body to last out a few more hours for my paraglide jaunt….but you’ll have to wait for that until tomorrow …..if I get the evidence in time…..