Showing posts with label Cumbria. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cumbria. Show all posts

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

A nice greeting on my return...

2 August 2014

After spending some quality time back in the US with Suzanne, I got back to the cottage and found the following waiting for me:



This is the blue Hydrangea



And this one is the purpley-red one. Definitely my favorite and I need to get some of these planted at home!



My apples are also ripening. I've had quite a few already. I still can't get over being able to walk out back and pick some apples. I'm eating at least one a day. Today I zapped one in the microwave with some raisins and a bit of brown sugar...mmm!

Until next time...



Friday, 11 July 2014

Castle Crag

22 June 2014

Up in the north of the Lake District is a pretty valley that looks upon Castle Crag.  Castle Crag is just an outcropping of rick up at the top of a hill (while called a fell, it has trees about so is technically not a fell).



As I headed up the below view started to form.  


Looking out on the valley at a nice switchback.  It was very muggy that day and as I was headed up my shirt got soaked; by this time I was drinking lots of water.


About two thirds up the full valley was visible.


I could now start to see to the north east.  That trail is what I'll follow back as I go around the other hill. to the left.  But first I have to keep going up the fell.


Behind me is Castle Crag at the very top.  That pile of spoil is from slate mining that used to occur here.  The trail up actually follows the to the left and on the spoil pile.


Whew!  Finally at the top and looking south towards Derwent Water.  The river flowing into it is the River Derwent.


Of course, I saw these flowers along the way.  Each one is about the size of a pea.



Over towards the next fell (I have to walk the tail around it on the right to get back) I could hear a Coo Coo.  A classic coo coo click sounds just like them!  And for all these years I just assumed it was a sound chosen because it was different and easily recognized.  Obviously our Brown Coocoo (I've seen them near home in Maryland) sound quite different.



Not much special on that trail out in the open, other than it was quiet.  Below is some rocks in the forest as I neared the end of the walk that are covered in moss.  Lot's of moss around here...


More moss covered walls.  I can't get enough of the beauty here.


The "river" Derwent.  Well, at least before it gets to the water also named for it.  Below the water it really is a river, albeit not a large one.


A simple rose...


The end of my walk is a crossing of stepping stones across the river.  Probably more useful on a wet day with more water flowing in the river.


Until next time...




Sunday, 18 May 2014

Cinco de Mayo walk

5 May 2014

It was a beautiful day, so I headed out for a walk.  I started down what I like to call the River Walk along the River Bleng; I join it at Wellington and then walk down it until it joins back up with the road.  Then I cross and can either head back to the cottage for a 1 hour walk, or head up a bridleway towards a farm.



After a while the walk approaches a bridge; not sure what stream or river this one is (it's not Bleng).






 The Blue Bells are starting to go, but there is still lots of color.





 Along the way you can see towards the East, over at Scafell.  





 Bossy and her pals decided they were interested in what I was doing...





 I caught those forest violets in the base of the tree.  The tree is quite healthy.


 That would make a nice home, but right now it's some sort of farm building.  Probably over a hundred years old.


 These two little ones kept acting like they were going to bolt.  Probably lambed within the last week.


 And the Blue Bells up close.

Until next time...