Romancing the Stones…
After helping me edit Once Upon a Wager, the Goblin announced he needed a few days of fun in the Lake District. It’s a part of England where, unsurprisingly, there are a lot of lakes in between stony hillsides – it’s utterly magical. So last week we packed up the car and drove up North. The goblin’s idea of fun involves walking up steep hills and taking photos. My idea of fun involves visiting historic houses or monuments and taking photos. We managed to mostly meet in the middle. While he did his two hour steep hill walk I had a lovely nap in the car. He took photos of the valley from above – I took photos of the valley standing in the valley next to the car. I did get some walking in – more than I was hoping to – but I did enjoy it and I got some lovely photos. These were my favorite.
This was my view of the valley beside the car…as the goblin went for a hike!
A view of Rydal Water… In the morning light, in every direction it looked like we were in a painting.
My favorite place in the Lake District was Honister Pass. If one enters it through the top – after driving past the flint mine – you start weaving down this narrow road through scenery that makes one feel like one has somehow been transported into ‘Lord of the Rings’. The first drive in the rain was Epic (sadly, we couldn’t stop to take photos).
These next three shots of Honister Pass were from our second day. When we found a place to pull off the road and park up for lunch it was really sunny and warm. I took off my shoes and sat on a boulder and sat with my feet in Gatesgarthdale Beck (the stream running through the pass which was surprisingly warm) but after a few hours it clouded over. The stones, the sheep, it was just all so magical. As if to make the place just that extra bit bizarre on the road which is barely wider than a van you get the most amazing traffic; people riding bicycles, motorbikes, cars, vans, large trucks, double decker buses (going both ways!).
This was my favorite shot…just before we left. I love how all the parked cars fit behind the large boulder! It looks like I was alone…
This is looking back up the Pass towards the flint mine. It was one of those days where I felt like I was in a story.