Posts this week may be sporadic. This week we’re holidaying at the Lakes.
The weather and traffic were equally unrelenting yesterday. And after a five hour drive through congestion and showers we arrived in Keswick around late afternoon.
I am writing this from the summit of Cat Bells — one of the most popular fells on the western side of Derwent Waters. At 451 metres, it took us with two children in tow about two hours to walk and climb. It is windy here. And although the clouds have been brooding over the top of mountains all morning. The rains have so far stayed away.
As a born suburbanite I am accustomed only to endless fields of grime and smoke, where the only things that rise and fall are red brick houses from brown sites and former farm lands. Here the fells remain still and silent, and trees rise from the side of heathered green hills and rocks older than the cities. I am taken aback by the beauty here.