The Lake District - walk to Derwentwater.

 

Breakfast was overseen by strong wind and pelting rain and today we rarely saw the sun that was forecast to peek out from the "fleeting showers".

Sometimes we could see the hills

and sometimes they were totally obscured.

 

Heather and Don set out anyway, to the pencil museum, as Heather had used up all the pencils she bought last time and wanted to get some more. They were also going to check out tickets for the boat as the weather looks better for a trip on the lake tomorrow.

I tried to capture the mood of the day.

When the weather had settled down to only occasional light drizzle I headed down the hill.

I walked down the road

rather than the rail trail

that we had taken yesterday.

The bridge under the rail trail looked like it had been put on upside down.

I walked through a residential area,

no house numbers just names.

Down to Derwentwater where the launches and rowboats were all docked

because the wind was kicking up the whitecaps.

Wet wood.

Trying to feed the geese

he was mugged by the gulls.

Every now and then

sun lit up patches on the hills.

I walked back through "Hope Park" where you could sit and enjoy the plantings, or play mini putt, or take a woodland walk or pilot remote control boats on a little pond.

Past the house we stayed in last time we were here, on the top floor.

I bought a vegetable cornish pasty from the Pasty Shop for lunch and then walked back

past the old train station and up the rail trail, passing the school kids all going in the opposite direction.

Finally, for Christine, who loves them, an English Robin.