We’ve just come back from a one week escape to The Lakes, staying just outside Ambleside town centre with dogs (they know what suitcases mean!), taking advantage of the light nights and being there before the rush of the school summer holidays.
I’ve always lived in a town but my heart sings (I can’t say why) every time I go back to The Lakes. I bought my collected Shakespeare in tiny print there at 15 in preparation for taking my A levels. I have lived opposite a small park, with my favourite two ash trees opposite my house, for nearly 20 years (yikes!) but The Lakes is a space which seems to let the mind breathe fully and where you can drink in the flood and variety of green, and blue, shapes.
Of course it is a holiday from the everyday routine and for us involves plenty of walking. All in all we had a fine time but back home my son has picked up a stomach bug! So we’ve been experiencing a flashback to childhood illnesses, dry toast and jelly, and being up all night with him! There’s a slice of the fresh Grasmere gingerbread we bought on our way home, waiting for him, when he feels better!
Our first stop off was of course in Grasmere to get our first quota of gingerbread. The sun was shining so we went for a walk around the lake. It was mid-afternoon and warm enough to venture for a paddle into the lake - the first of many!