It is now twice that we have travelled to England’s Lake District. While before, we spent our time near Windermere Lake and Southern Cumbria, this time we traveled north towards Bassenthwaite and Derwent Lakes. A region of the Lake District that is home to England’s tallest mountains and last natural forests. It made for a fantastic two-day holiday!
The mountains encircle towns, lakes, and smaller hills. Some grassy and some forested. It being spring, the colors of the region are alive with early-greens and blush pink blossoms. Little blue wild-flowers sway on the sides of the hedge-lined roads. Some of which are only wide enough for a small car with it’s hedges so high that you are in a tunnel of green and sunlight.
There are patches everywhere. A patch of purple flowers under a patch of trees. A patch of marsh near a patch of pasture. A patch of English gardens in a patch of English houses. A patch of islands in a lake surrounded by a patch of mountains. Each singing out life and color and beauty!
The sun shone softly for most of the day, but not strong enough to dispel the chill in the air. In this northern climate the day doesn’t get much better. We spent most of our Saturday in a double-person kayak rowing from island to island in the middle of mountain-circled Derwent Lake. The water was cool and clean and the islands small.
Two hours we spent floating on the shimmering surface. Sail boats would sail slowly near and ducks would paddle by. The current kept pulling our kayak to the east making our progress across it’s center labored, but never ruined. It was refreshing and relaxing.
After our time on the lake, we made our way up a nearby hill to lounge around a 4500 year-old stone circle made by ancient farming peoples of the area. The hill upon which they sat was surrounded by taller mountains on all sides but one, where it overlooked Derwent Lake and the mountains beyond it. A better spot for this ancient circle couldn’t have been chosen.
After our day of lakely-leisure we drove home to prepare for a following day in Northumberland on Hadrian’s ancient Roman wall.
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England’s Lake District is now permanently linked to rather important events in my life. The first being Windermere Lake, where Jon proposed upon the banks one sunny day in April. This second time, we came to Cumbria on the very day of our 20-week ultrasound for our first baby. It is in the Lake District that we celebrated the news that baby is a little boy!