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The Beginning of the End

Sea King

Sea King

Well here it is. This is our last/first post of the year. In the spirit of modern marketing, not to just satisfy customers but to try our best to delight them, we think we will probably carry on our daily posts until Friday. We wouldn’t want you thinking you didn’t get your money’s worth.

When we started the year we set off by train so, to show we’ve gone up in the world, we thought you might like a helicopter at this end of the bookcase.

It’s a Sea King, and that nice friendly colour is the sort of thing we associate with our Mountain Rescue team. Writing that, made me wonder under what circumstances a mountain might need rescuing. If it gets a bad case of vulcanitis and blows its top, I’m really sorry, but I think it’s too late for any attempted rescue mission.

The only other case that comes to mind, without having to think about it, is if it slipped down a land slide and fell into the sea. Of course, it’s over the other side that the North Sea is trying to fill itself in. It remembers the good old days, before the sea got above itself, when it used to lie round all day as a swamp.

It still romanticises about the wind in the reeds and the soft footfall of the mammoth.

Coming for to Carry Me Home

Ferry Approaching Pooley Bridge

Ferry Approaching Pooley Bridge

Those of you who have found a good lifebelt and are content to float through the seas of life, allowing the wind and waves to waft you in whichever direction they choose, content in the knowledge that wherever you end up will be pretty much the same kind of frying pan, have my admiration. I can’t do that. I have to try to figure out which way the wind is blowing and if the tide is ebbing or flowing. I have an urgent and irrepressible need to be able to steer, control, plan ahead and all that other stuff – which I actually do know is totally pointless. I don’t want to get involved in the dichotomy of how God or the Universe or Fate or Somebody You Know, manages to do something good for me by doing something bad for you, so mostly I go with the greatest common denominator and accept that some you win and some you loose.

The problem is that while I can accept that intellectually, it doesn’t alter the fact that I find not being in control very frustrating. While I am content to leave the daily routine of life to a beneficent Kismet or Fate, I’d just like to be sure they understand the problem properly.

We had parked the car at Glenridding and taken the boat up to Pooley Bridge – and why not? At Pooley Bridge we wandered around the village, peering in the shops with the amazement of travellers from a strange land then walked back to the boat pier for the return journey.

As you can see Somebody Up There loves us – or maybe The Universe and The Ullswater Steamers were working to the same timetable that day. That’s our boat, there.

I Can See For Miles And Miles And Miles

Keswick and Derwent Water from Dodd Summit

Keswick and Derwent Water from Dodd Summit

What a view! We could see for miles and miles and miles in all directions – if it wasn’t for the mountains in between.

We went for a walk the other day. This is the sort of thing you do if you come to The Lake District – you know, fresh air, healthy exercise, even if it kills you. Measured horizontally we didn’t really walk very far but it was quite far enough measured vertically.

From the car park, we first climbed up to the Osprey View Point. The Ospreys have not been terribly cooperative this year. They have ignored all the artefacts, carefully created according to the latest analysis of osprey psychology, which hopefully would have led them to select the prepared nesting site (convenient to the viewing platform). They took one look at all that phaff and palaver, shook their heads in bewilderment – and went off and built their nests somewhere else. Ah well. Back to the drawing board.

Leaving the Osprey-less View Point we climbed on – making for the summit, Dodd Summit to be precise, with its views of Derwent Water and Keswick one way and Bassenthwaite Lake if you look the other way.

It’s a long way up – it took us a couple of hours to get to the top of the 1612 feet (someone work that out in metres – it does sound higher in feet though).

It then took us another couple of hours to get back down again – there’s always something isn’t there?

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