Saturday, 5 September 2020

Sunny Summer Days


Summer is beginning to fade and although there may be some warm sunny days ahead, there is no doubt autumn is on it's way. It's a while since I've been in this space. This year, more than ever, I felt the need to fully embrace our summer break. The abrupt ending of school back in March, followed by the challenges of home learning, and a whole new way of going about our daily lives had left me more depleted than I realised. And yet, this situation has also made me appreciate (even more) the simple things in life which make me happy. Summer has been different in many ways and even though we haven't travelled very far this year, it still feels as though we've enjoyed a proper holiday.


The garden has been my sanctuary for much of this year and this last month, especially, it's been wonderful to see some results. The apple trees are growing fast and I'll soon need to re-pot them.


The carrots are extra tasty. (After a good wash, of course)


The tomatoes, which were planted a little later than usual, are just beginning to ripen now.


The sweet peas are coming to an end, but throughout the summer they have provided me with some delightful colour on the kitchen windowsill, filling the room with their delicate scent. 


The long sunny days have been blissfully unhurried.


In between the rainy days, the skies have been the bluest of blue with soft wispy clouds.


The little lemon trees are growing fast.


Much of the home grown beetroot has been eaten now, and the rest has been pickled ready to enjoy during the cooler months.


The sourdough starter was a non-starter for me, so I went back to baking bread the way I usually do, using the no-knead recipe. Much more simple and a lot less work : ) I'm glad I gave it a try, however.


Some trips out were more spontaneous than others.


At least I had a swimsuit packed for an unexpected evening dip.


No time to cook dinner, so it had to be a chip supper. A rare treat.


Lakes, rivers, or puddles. Always where there's water. And why I always carry a spare set of clothes.


An early start for a walk up Brock Crags, overlooking Brother's Water.


Looking up Threshthwaite Glen in the early morning sunshine.


Skipping down the fell.


A trip to the beach on this occasion.


Plenty of space to run.


A shaded walk beneath the trees.


Walking uphill again.


A perfect picnic spot looking towards the fells.


Back at the river again, fishing for minnows this time. It had been a few years since I last did this but I hadn't forgotten how.


Beautiful purple heather on Whinlatter


As far as the eye could see.


Looking over towards Skiddaw.


Gathering blackberries.


I've taken a photograph of this field most years. When it turns to gold, for me it indicates the arrival of late summer.


Another early start to climb Hartsop Dodd.


Looking towards Ullswater.


Gray Crag above Pasture Beck. Another beautiful picnic spot. And yes, it did involve a paddle : )


Caudale Moor. 


We collected lots of blackberries. Some are for spiced blackberry vodka, all the rest are in the freezer ready to make jam and compote. 


Hallin Fell. We set off very early for this one, which turned out to be unnecessary, although it did mean we got the summit to ourselves on what was the most beautiful morning. Ullswater looked like a millpond. Our last hurrah to the summer days before autumn term began. 


Lily in the distance.



School started back mid-week and I'm happy to say we're beginning to settle into a routine again. Some changes are taking a little bit of getting used to but I'm surprised at just how quickly we're adjusting.
The nights are beginning to draw in now and there's a chill in the early-rnorning air, but I'm hopeful we'll still enjoy some warm sunshine during these late summer days.

J. X

Friday, 7 August 2020

Up and Down


Our summer season is flying by and the days are beginning to get noticeably shorter now. Over the last few weeks the weather here has been very changeable and I can't even remember the last time I needed to water the garden. Although we haven't experienced quite the high temperatures as down in the South, the dry sunny days have been perfect for getting up on to the fells and enjoying some of the quieter areas of the Lakes.


Just over a week ago now we climbed Troutbeck Tongue, a small fell in the centre of the Troutbeck valley. We walked along a narrow lane from the middle of the village until we passed close to Troutbeck Park Farm, which was once owned by Beatrix Potter, before our route took us up across a field and on to the lower (quite boggy) slopes of the fell. Fortunately, it was only a short section of the track and we managed to keep our feet dry.




The track up to Hagg Gill. Our path turned up to the left here.


Almost at  the summit with Wansfell Pike in the distance.


Getting higher. Froswick and Ill Bell.


Looking down Troutbeck Valley towards Windermere.

It was a really enjoyable short walk and, as you can see, it was lovely and quiet there. It is so reassuring knowing we can get out without the worry of lots of people gathered together and for the first time in a long time I even enjoyed a drink sat outside the hotel in the village where we started our walk.





Friday had been forecast to be hot and sunny. Yay! So our plan was to set off early to be able to find ourselves a quiet spot on the shores of Ullswater and enjoy a morning paddleboarding. Lily had never done this before but was very excited to give it a try with a bit of support from big sister. It was a lot of fun and I think she's hooked. After a picnic lunch beneath the trees, we set off for home and it wasn't until we were driving towards Glenridding that we realised just how busy it had become and I was so glad we had managed to find a  quiet spot, away from the crowds. 


Earlier this week, we climbed Sour Howes and Sallows. Another two small fells and once again setting off from Troutbeck. We followed the rough Garburn track before crossing over some stiles to reach the lower slopes of Sour Howes,  climbing onwards up the path and enjoying the views back towards Windermere.


Not too far until we were afforded some beautiful views.


The small fell right in the middle of the valley is Troutbeck Tongue which we had climbed last week.


Small clumps of purple heather on the fell and, thankfully, not too boggy this time.


The summit of Sallows.

I hope we might get out again over the weekend but, as is always the case when having spent a lot of time outdoors, there are so many household chores to catch up on and, having been neglected a bit lately, the garden needs a good tidy. The sweet peas are looking a bit bedraggled and some of the sunflowers are long past their best. We've already enjoyed some of our beetroot but I've yet to find out how well the carrots have grown. I might get Lily to pull one out later. The tomatoes haven't done quite as well as I first expected but I'm hopeful we might still get a reasonable crop. 

J. X