19 January 2015

Lakes III: Catbells & last of our time with Amy


You probably thought I'd forgotten about posting the rest of the Lake District pictures. Or maybe you'd forgotten yourselves, or hoped I'd moved on. But no. I'm determined to share more from this wonderful trip, just in time to combat the January gloom. I'm a firm believer in the adage, "Better late than never," so, without further ado, I bring you . . . The Further Adventures of Andrea, Amy, and Molly in the Far North.





















We got this!






I include this shot a) because I think it is a funny picture, and also b) so you don't think I'm completely vain after reading a later caption :)






The Newlands Valley.

More than just a pretty photographer ;) I was hiking, too!




So many fells to climb!


Good place for a nap...?





Andrea was our literary guide to the Lakes--she sometimes read us tidbits from Wordsworth's Guide to the Lakes.

A better picture

But this one has all of Andrea's face . . .






Heather!






I'd take that house.

And the boat.

Some of us were a little thirsty . . .

We may or may not have sung to pass the time. There may even have been a rendition of Gangsta's Paradise, but who will ever know for sure?






Mountain Hair, take two.

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Another cool house . . . although Wordsworth wouldn't approved of the white paint--he felt this intruded upon the natural beauty and majesty of the fells, etc.





Those crags.

So much atmosphere (apologies for the excessive pictures!).






We spoke to Kara while we were all together--our London adventure buddy from a couple of years ago (and a dear friend)!

We loved the little gable room at Hazeldene.
William Wordsworth's Guide to the Lakes, from 'SECTION FIRST. View of the Country as Formed by Nature':

'The country is, indeed, subject to much bad weather, and it has been ascertained that twice as much rain falls here as in many parts of the island; but the number of black drizzling days, that blot out the face of things is by no means proportionally great. Nor is a continuance of thick, flagging, damp air, so common as in the West of England and Ireland. The rain here comes down heartily, and is frequently succeeded by clear, bright weather, when every brook is vocal, and every torrent sonorous; brooks and torrents, which are never muddy, even in the heaviest floods, except, after a drought, they happen to be defiled for a short time by waters that have swept along dusty roads, or have broken out into ploughed fields. Days of unsettled weather, with partial showers, are very frequent; but the showers, darkening, or brightening, as they fly from hill to hill, are not less grateful to the eye than finely interwoven passages of gay and sad music are touching to the ear. Vapours exhaling from the lakes and meadows after sun-rise, in a hot season, or, in moist weather, brooding upon the heights, or descending towards the valleys with inaudible motion, give a visionary character to everything around them; and are in themselves so beautiful, as to dispose us to enter into the feelings of those simple nations (such as the Laplanders of this day) by whom they are taken for guardian deities of the mountains; or to sympathise with others who have fancied these delicate apparitions to be the spirits of their departed ancestors. Akin to these are fleecy clouds resting upon the hill-tops; they are not easily managed in picture, with their accompaniments of blue sky; but how glorious are they in nature! how pregnant with imagination for the poet! and the height of the Cumbrian mountains is sufficient to exhibit daily and hourly instances of those mysterious attachments. Such clouds, cleaving to their stations, or lifting up suddenly their glittering heads from behind rocky barriers, or hurrying out of sight with speed of the sharpest edge, will often tempt an inhabitant to congratulate himself on belonging to a country of mists and clouds and storms, and make him think of the blank sky of Egypt, and of the cerulean vacancy of Italy, as an unanimated and even a sad spectacle.'

Source: http://www.wwnorton.com/college/english/nael/romantic/topic_1/guide.htm