Today we left Scotland behind as we crossed into England once more. So we will not get called a wee Lassie or Laddie again I assume, which is a little sad it makes you feel so young, and with the accents it is just wonderful.
The first glimpse of the lakes was Ullswater the second largest lake in the English Lake District, being approximately nine miles long and 0.75 miles wide with a maximum depth of slightly more than 60 metres.
We stopped at Aira Force Water Fall the origin of the name comes from the Old Norse language with the word "eyrara", meaning "gravel-bank stream or river", while the word force, from fors, is used in many parts of northern England as a synonym for "waterfall". It is a tumbling waterfall that drops 65ft and we had a lovely walk through ancient woodland and landscaped glades to get there.
We then drove over the Kirkstone Pass with an altitude of 1,489 feet it is the Lake District’s highest pass that is open to motor traffic. In places, the gradient is 1 in 4. We stopped at Rydal Water to walk the classic walk of breathtaking beauty associated with the poet William Wordsworth (1770-1850). From all around the world people come to this region of the Lake District to see the landscape that so inspired him. His poetry broke with the strict conventional structure and stylised imagery of his day, to explore the worlds of nature and human emotion in a new poetic language. He lived at Dove Cottage in Grasmere between 1799 and 1808 and at Rydal Mount from 1813 until his death in 1850 above Rydal Water. Behind the church in Dora's Field, is a stand of oaks and pines, which is full of golden daffodils between late March and early April, unfortunately we were too late. This piece of steeply dipping hillside beneath Rydal Mount, was dedicated by William Wordsworth to his daughter, Dora, who died at an early age.
Another glimpse of Windermere Lake on our way to Windermere village.
Once settled into our guesthouse we thought we would conquer Windermere Hill before dinner and this Hare and beautiful bird were along the path to greet us.
Windermere is such a lovely village, very European.
The first glimpse of the lakes was Ullswater the second largest lake in the English Lake District, being approximately nine miles long and 0.75 miles wide with a maximum depth of slightly more than 60 metres.
We stopped at Aira Force Water Fall the origin of the name comes from the Old Norse language with the word "eyrara", meaning "gravel-bank stream or river", while the word force, from fors, is used in many parts of northern England as a synonym for "waterfall". It is a tumbling waterfall that drops 65ft and we had a lovely walk through ancient woodland and landscaped glades to get there.
We then drove over the Kirkstone Pass with an altitude of 1,489 feet it is the Lake District’s highest pass that is open to motor traffic. In places, the gradient is 1 in 4. We stopped at Rydal Water to walk the classic walk of breathtaking beauty associated with the poet William Wordsworth (1770-1850). From all around the world people come to this region of the Lake District to see the landscape that so inspired him. His poetry broke with the strict conventional structure and stylised imagery of his day, to explore the worlds of nature and human emotion in a new poetic language. He lived at Dove Cottage in Grasmere between 1799 and 1808 and at Rydal Mount from 1813 until his death in 1850 above Rydal Water. Behind the church in Dora's Field, is a stand of oaks and pines, which is full of golden daffodils between late March and early April, unfortunately we were too late. This piece of steeply dipping hillside beneath Rydal Mount, was dedicated by William Wordsworth to his daughter, Dora, who died at an early age.
The Daffodils
I Wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Published at Rydal Mount, 1815.
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| A very slow winding road |
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| Rydal Cave an old slate quarry. |
Another glimpse of Windermere Lake on our way to Windermere village.
Once settled into our guesthouse we thought we would conquer Windermere Hill before dinner and this Hare and beautiful bird were along the path to greet us.
Windermere is such a lovely village, very European.
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| On the menu was Apple Punch a warm alcoholic drink, it sounded very like Wassail so I had to try it |
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