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Fishink in Eskdale . Walking and camping in spring sunshine.

April 4, 2012

Looking out of the window this morning and seeing the sleet and rain, it’s almost hard to believe that last week was such an amazing time for weather and sunny highs. It was the warmest March 26th on record and a fine time in my book to sneak off to the Lake District whilst everyone else was busy.  We headed over to a beautiful area of Cumbria called Eskdale, described by many as the Hidden Gem of the Lakes … errr… until now that is !

As usual, I got slightly distracted by the dappled patterns which helped take my mind off the fact that my toes we’re slowly dropping off in the icy water ! I spent the rest of the afternoon, happily reading on the bank of a beautiful river with no one around but the twittering birds. Sigh, it’s a tough life sometimes.

This camping ground had the best name ever, very quiet with too much space for ourselves.

The locals all seemed friendly enough.

So the next day we set off for a great walk.  After driving down twisty lanes for a short while, the landscape soon opened out to reveal a glorious view.

We followed the river along the valley.

I was amazed how quiet and stunningly beautiful the landscape was. With pools and gathering spaces where people like to go wild swimming in the green icy waters.

Of course I then get distracted by the patterns, textures and delicate colouration of the rocks.

And if you think I’m kidding about the waters literally looking emerald green in colour.

Then think again !    (WARNING what you are about to see has not been altered in Photoshop !)

It really was this colour, amazing!  The walk led us past a beautiful bridge, to more stunning waterfalls marking the start of our ascent.

I’m not sure how high we climbed but the path got a little narrow at one point and I remember stopping, looking down and then looking up and thinking of the hobbits’ tortuous journey in Lord Of The Rings, lol.

But the views were definitely worth the wait. We could see over to the famous Scarfell Pike, England’s highest mountain at 978 metres (3,209 ft).

It was so quiet and vast up there it felt like I was in another country or some weird and tufted lunar landscape. Even the local pools looked a little alien and I’m sure some giant had been up there before us, showing off to his friends, splitting rocks in half and the like.

The road back to the motorway was as impressive in it’s decent as the soaring hills had been in their climb to the skies. The Hardknott Pass, on the site of an old Roman road, vies with Rosedale Chimney Bank in North Yorkshire for the title of steepest road in England with both achieving a gradient of 1 in 3 (about 33%) !

It was only when we passed the Three Shire Stone which is a boundary stone that marks the location where the historic English counties of Lancashire, Cumberland and Westmorland meet; that I knew my previous hobbit theory wasn’t so very far off the mark after all !

On the way back we we’re treated to a lovely evening sky over Lake Windermere. What a great couple of days.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. janelittlefieldglass permalink
    April 4, 2012 9:49 am

    Its a beautiful area, we always used to stay at Santon Bridge, just down the road.

    • April 4, 2012 10:17 am

      Thanks Jane, I didn’t get to see Stanton Bridge, but I’m sure it’s as fab as this place was. A great new find… I will be returning.

  2. April 4, 2012 10:11 am

    completely glorious – lovely photography !

    • April 4, 2012 10:16 am

      Many thanks miss strange bird. As usual I enjoyed putting the post together and what a place !

  3. April 6, 2012 8:59 pm

    I really enjoyed your photos, Craig. Somebody I know is feted as a photographer, yet I cannot see any quality, value or beauty in his work. I can in yours!

    • April 9, 2012 4:56 pm

      Thanks Martin, very kind comments. Always makes me smile to know when the blog efforts make others happy too. 🙂

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