I suppose this could be a Monday walk, but I really just wanted to share my experience of Glenridding with you, before it fades like the leaves. It’s many a long year since I spent a night in the Lake District, and I wanted to savour every moment.
If you walked with me this week you’ll know that after my visit to Aira Force the rain hit hard, and I was ‘forced’ to eat cream scones and bide my time. I should maybe apologise if you were sitting in the Orangery. Once the scones had disappeared I took to pacing up and down, waiting, not so patiently. Lake Ullswater needed filling and was supremely disinterested in my desire to be out exploring, so I had to contain myself until morning. Very early morning, so it was really no surprise that I had Glenridding all to myself.
And I could see the boats moored at the landing stage, beyond the trees. Enough incentive to venture further.
I imagined it to be brightening a little, and turned from the water’s edge to head back into the village. I tucked my camera into the comfort of my pocket. Mistake! At just that moment the swans decided I was a tad boring and, with a graceful flurry of wing, lifted off from the lake’s surface and glided away to the distant shore. I gazed after them, bereft!
I don’t think I’ve ever been anywhere with so many options for walking. I saw at least 4 signs pointing out different routes, including one for Helvellyn. Curiosity prevailed and I had to follow the latter a little way, finding a couple of pretty little cafes and a fine letterbox as I did.
I continued a little way along the trail, upsetting a little black dog in the privacy of his morning walk. My shoes were totally inadequate for the task, and breakfast was calling. Enough adventure for an early morning. The rain began in earnest soon after I reached the guest house.
I never did manage that steamer ride to Howtown and the walk back to Glenridding. I guess that means I’ll have to go back another day. Let’s look on the bright side- I did find a couple of Autumn benches for Jude.