Sometimes, despite the weather, a walk is just what you need. To get your head above everything and see the landscape open out around you, to let the wind and rain do their thing and enjoy the experience. Wansfell Pike sits over Ambleside and Windermere, it holds the town, hovers over and can be seen from most parts. It’s not an ugly hill, it doesn’t brood over everything like some.
The cloud and rain came and went in fits and starts and provided some atmosphere to the views. Three of us climbed together, stopping frequently to look about and smell the rain soaked grass, good tracks and few other people on the hill except for the runners on a mission to the top.
Something, a fragment I’m working on at the moment, for the hills and mountains. There’s a lot of notes in my book that need to be crunched and cut up, scattered about a bit. This piece keeps coming back to haunt me
A place to stand and stare,
to see as far as you wish,
or the world allows.
Waiting for the strangers to pass,
do you look over your shoulder
to see who’s there, hear footsteps,
see the shadow chasing
on the street.
When we arrived at the village of Troutbeck, where lunch was forecast, the rain decided we had it too easy too long. We had lunch under a tree, the pattering water running through the leaves and into our sandwiches. A flask of coffee and some Kendal mint cake made everything seem good, and as the rain eased we headed home.
More to come from the Lakes, but it’s all a bit erratic at the moment, bear with me as we head out into the world.