The thing about the Lake District is that even in the rain, it's gorgeous! We were driving into this part of Cumbria from our northern home and the first thing that we see is this huge perfectly formed glaciated valley. Glaciers rule! I was wishing for a wide angled lens. Our ordinary camera lens can never do justice to sweeping vistas.
I did manage to take some pretty stuff on a smaller scale.
Here are some recently emerged larch needles. The green was so intense next to the rain darkened branches.
George and Polly at the dam.
Here are the other walkers sitting on the dam at the end of our walk. We walked to a place called High Dam. So pretty! The little placid lake that is created by this dam had two Canada Geese floating across the glass-like water. They sure didn't like the fact that almost 100 Staffordshire Bull Terriers had visited their lake with their families in tow.
I tried to get a good photo of the geese, but they were rapidly decamping to the other side of the lake plus the camera lens was a little damp. You'll notice that none of the photos have particularly sharp focus.
This little man I believe was the youngest Staffie on the walk. He also found the best stick and was very pleased with himself.
These are Herdwick sheep. They are rarely found outside this small part of England. On days like yesterday, you have to look hard when looking at the hills to find them. They're the same colour as the rock! The little lambs were very young but weren't gamboling about as it was too damp for any of that nonsense. Somebody planted some beautiful flowers near the road. George took this photo of them. You can't see it but there is an old railway line behind and below this flower garden. We were delighted to see a STEAM TRAIN puffing along the tracks not once but TWICE. The engineer tooted the whistle once too. It turns out that there is a regular steam train that runs up by Lake Windermere. I have already put in a request for a family hike, picnic by High Dam and a ride on the steam train some sunny Sunday this spring or summer.
The bluebells are almost in bloom. The flowers are up, but the blossom isn't open yet. I'd say that they'll be at their peak next weekend. So, all you friends of bluebell woods, you should pencil in a walk in the Cumbrian Fells next weekend.
Polly was amazingly well behaved yesterday during the walk. George and I got a bit damp while walking but we dried off at the Newby Bridge Hotel where we had a wonderful pub lunch during the other fundraising events (auction, raffle, etc. . . ). I had Cumbrian sausage and mashed potatoes!!! (I saved a bit of the sausage as a reward for a very well behaved dog.) George had homemade tomato soup and chips! I don't know why there aren't more pubs in the world. Go for a nice pint (I skipped the pint part as I was driving) and a wonderful home cooked, rib sticking lunch after having had a walk in some of the most beautiful countryside around. Its not a bad life really.