Lake District National Park, England, United Kingdom
Our host, Lesley, gets full marks for effort. Not only did we have a welcome card in our room, but she also had a sign welcoming us to breakfast. She bakes her own bread, but unfortunately smothers it in butter before serving it to us!
After a hearty breakfast, we set off with James and Lynette to do some hiking in this remote part of England. James lived in this area for 3 years about 40 years ago, and so knows most of the walking trails. He chose a very picturesque route for us that traversed through some lovely countryside in the Eskdale Valley. Now and again, the sun peeped through the clouds, giving the scenery some added depth and colour.
There are many paths ways that meander across the countryside, and so James consulted his little guide book whenever he was unsure — we only had to backtrack a couple of times. Michael had to tread carefully in some areas to avoid soiling his joggers — there were a few boggy patches along the way.
Lesley had packed us some lunches that were so big that we only needed half each, saving the rest for the following day. We ate our sandwiches and tasty slice next to the Blea Tarn (tarn = lake) before descending back down into the valley and following the river back to James & Lynette’s car.
After showering and changing, we met in our room for some pre-dinner drinks and nibbles before setting off for dinner at a pub in the nearby coastal town of Ravenglass where James used to live. Lynette & James kindly shouted us dinner — fish and chips and mushy peas for me and a hamburger for Michael.
The tide was out in the estuary and we had missed the sunset, but we still managed to take a few photos before heading back to The Old School House (our B&B) and retiring for the night.
Barb
2019-08-21
Green green grass of “home”
Tracy
2019-08-21
What a gorgeous walk. Now Merrilly you are on holidays and homemade bread needs lashings if not huge slices of butter. After your long walk I'm sure you worked off those calories