This is yesterday’s post today. I didn’t get home until nearly midnight last night and I had many pictures to look through this morning. The result is a post with too many pictures but I have tried to keep the commentary to a minimum to spare those long suffering souls who politely read to the very end of posts.
I had received a very kind invitation from an old friend to have a meal in Keswick and then go to see a performance of As You Like It at the Theatre by the Lake. I was happy in three ways as I hadn’t seen the friend for a couple of years, I like a bit of Shakespeare and it is always a treat to visit the Lake District.
A check on the weather forecast revealed that there might be some dry weather about so after a long talk to BT customer services about why their WiFi app wouldn’t work on my phone and a quick quick look at the garden….
…I set off south at midday.
The drive was uneventful and I caught my first glimpse of the Lake District’s hills when I could see Blencathra as I drove down the A66.
The traffic wasn’t as heavy as I feared for a Saturday in August and I soon drove through Keswick and parked by the side of Derwent Water.
It looks very peaceful in that shot but I was far from the only person enjoying the views and the lake.
Other means of transport were available.
There was plenty of water in the lake.
I had driven through a heavy shower on my way and the weather couldn’t quite make up its mind to be a fine day but there were several sunny spells and no more rain as I walked about.
I walked along the waterside first and looked about.
It is hard to stop taking pictures when you are in the Lake District. I went as far as Friars Crag.
I wasn’t wandering lonely as a cloud.
I had made a sandwich for lunch before I left home but as I had left it at home, I had lunch in a cafe near the lake instead and then walked through Hope Park….
…and into the town of Keswick.
It is a tourist hotspot and in spite of all the lovely hills waiting to be tramped over, the streets were crammed with visitors.
I crossed the River Greta on a fine iron bridge….
…and headed for the hills behind the town, crossing the park and cricket ground on my way.
I walked back through the town and Hope Park.
I had time for a last look at the lake….
…in the sun. Behind me, Blencathra….
…and Skiddaw looked most inviting.
A well worn track led to the summit….
I took part in the Skiddaw Fell race in my younger days but we didn’t use that track. It was memorable for the horrendous blisters I got from running back down the hill on a stony path.
It was time now to cease from contemplating the beauties of nature and turn to the pleasures of fine dining, interesting conversation and high culture. They were all very good too so this was definitely a day firmly inked in on the credit side of the great ledger of life.
The flying bird of the day is a very haughty ram which was taking part in a sheep demonstration near the lake.