Summer 2017. Tiffany, Lisa and I crossed from Eskdale to Wasdale with donkey loads of stuff on our back. We waved back at a cheerful military helicopter passing over our head, did a couple of photo shoots. Wast Water was as still as a mirror.
Summer 2018. Pearl and I swam in Buttermere and a nameless river in the heatwave. The monster watched us from the bottomless lake and the coolness of the river took our breath away. The air on top of Dale Head was so still it didn’t flick the pages of Wainwright. We slid down the fell and caught a bus home to Borrowdale.
This year, Gloria, Kate and I went to a different part of the Lake District. We stayed in a Scandinavian style youth hostel. We curled up on sofas and read for hours, sometimes staring out the huge windows into the lush green and the unrelenting rain. We marched through sticky drizzle, blindingly bright sun and a storm for seven hours. Raindrops splashed on our faces from the west for an hour and the sun dried us up before we got back. The girls kept their spirit and the smile the whole way. We finished our trip with the special Lakeland ice cream. After saying goodbye to the last glimpse of Ullswater, we fell asleep on the train and nearly missed our stop home.
We set off at about 12 midday because the rain didn’t let up until then.
The sky cleared once more after that and our spirit was restored too. The warmth and breeze in the air dried us up pretty quickly. It was not long before we started another round of photo shoots.
Overall, the route was easy to navigate, fairly flat, had marvellous views with a variety of natural features. And big thank you to my two lovely walking-reading-talking companions who were entirely pleasant for the whole time, never complained and always cheerful. I’ll always remember these three days we spent together even many years after you leave Newcastle! Thank you so much!