There and back to see how far it is – and it turns out that it’s the same distance there, as it was back again. We go for a walk on the wild side. No through road. Park and . . . walk. Just what the doctor ordered.
We had a bit of sunshine on Sunday so Jackie and I went for a little drive. It was very pleasant with the clouds being blown around by a gentle breeze – we had the sun roof open as we drove. We started out driving in the general direction of Cockermouth, then on towards the coast – Workington and Whitehaven – but we turned off, following the mountains, and eventually we came to Ennerdale Valley and the spot where Ennerdale Water flows out as the River Ehen, on its way to the sea.
Ennerdale Water is special. There are no roads that travel alongside it. We parked the car in the car park and walked down to the weir to look, out over the Water, at the mountains that give it its form. It’s nearly three miles long and almost a mile wide. It’s also, thanks to the Lake District’s glacial past, one hundred and fifty feet deep.
Google mentioned that Bill Clinton proposed to Hillary on its banks but far more important to us is that this was the first time that Jackie’s brand new hip had been out for a proper walk.