Although only at the end of June our annual pilgrimage to Grasmere seems long ago now. We were lucky to be there for 'the heatwave week' though we did get some impressive downpours overnight (being in a bed placed beneath an almost horizontal velux window was not conducive to sleep!)
We, including both dogs, managed to do all the walks on our list including a return trip to the wonderful Cat Bells. We encountered the impressive tree, in the picture below, walking back from Sour Milk Gill. Opposite the tree was a ram's skull and next to it a barn with the names Coleridge and de Quincy on the door... We paused to take the photo and to gaze around. The still quiet in this spot was of the kind you get in a forest when it suddenly seems you are being watched by an unseen presence - but there was no sign that any one was at home...
Scurrying on from the eerie sense of isolation and past another ram's skull on a wall, we ventured through a gate labelled 'Wordsworth's Walk' to get back to Grasmere village - such a shame to see that parts of the walk have become so neglected (funding issues as always I would think). Safely back amongst a group of tourists in Grasmere we topped up on gingerbread - divine when eaten with a cup of tea after a long walk.