During June and July Ludlow holds an Arts Festival and a Fringe Festival with loads of music, poetry, plays, comedy acts and Shakespeare culminating on the final Saturday (6th July) with a concert in the castle grounds and fireworks.
At 22:30 pm I was up on the top floor of our house with camera and gorillapod, windows flung wide open, listening to the final act which was David Essex. Given that the other stars of the show were Showaddywaddy and Les McKeown’s Bay City Rollers you may understand why I wasn’t at the actual concert. Anyway I didn’t record the songs ‘Gonna Make U A Star’, ‘Stardust’, ‘Oh What A Circus’ (which is the only one that I quite like), and ‘Silver Dream Machine’.
No, I was waiting for the fireworks finale. And at 22:50 the show began:
22:00 – 23:00
Lisa of the blog NorthWest Frame of Mind has decided to run a different project over the next 24 weeks. To try to show what is happening in different parts of the world (if you all join in) at a particular time of day. If you would like to participate you have until next Saturday midnight to post a photo or write about what is happening in your part of the world. This week is between 22:00 – 23:00. I hope you’ll join in! See links for more details.
I don’t know why I haven’t been back to the Lake District since I was a young girl, apart from gallivanting around the world, raising four children and not being able to afford holidays for many years. Then again, I am not one to go back to the same place very often. Cornwall currently being the exception.
Keswick Town Centre
So to celebrate the OH’s recent significant birthday I decided that it was time we headed north again and booked an apartment in Keswick, one of the most northern lakeside towns in the National Park. It so happened to be where I spent my last holiday with my parents, but that being over 40 years ago I wasn’t expecting to recognise anything. And I didn’t except for the Moot Hall. Wasn’t pedestrianised then though.
The Moot Hall
The apartment turned out to be fine. Within walking distance of the town and therefore shops and pubs and restaurants and also 10 minutes walk down to the lakeside for lovely late evening strolls. And a parking space! A real bonus in this town. Stepping outside the front door the views were wonderful in every direction.
The Churchyard Opposite
In the Churchyard
More Glorious Azaleas
Glorious Azaleas
Fire Escape
Our Apartment
Along the High Street
Just around the corner
With no real plans in mind, just to take each day as it came and decide where to go and what to do, we ended up having a very relaxed week, with reasonably fine weather. Only one day with heavy rain. A few light showers. Lots of gorgeous views that blew the mind, some delightfully gentle walks around lakes and one stiff climb up a hill for a stunning view that made the effort worth while. And hearing a cuckoo for the first time in years.
Fells
First View of Derwentwater
Golden Hour
From a Lakeside Beach
Across to Derwent Isle
Grasmere is probably Cumbria’s most popular village as it was the home of William Wordsworth (1770-1850) and the place of his burial. It attracts coachloads of visitors and walkers too as there is a fairly easy walk circumnavigating the lake. A pretty village, geared more towards the tourist market than locals, it nevertheless has a timeless charm about it.
Along the River Walk
Lots of Welsh Poppies
Siri and Selma must have been here
Once the village school
Reflections in Grasmere Lake
Dove Cottage Garden
W Wordsworth
Houses around Grasmere
I can vouch for the gingerbread – it is delicious! There is a walk around the lake, but I’ll post that separately.
Driving through Borrowdale and over the Honiston Pass where a slate quarry provides a place to stop and exclaim at the astonishing views. You can get a slate name plate made while you wait too if you want. We need a house first though. Stopping at local pubs for lunch of home-made pies or thick, spicy Cumberland sausage. Admiring the lovely Herdwick sheep with their black lambs.
Ashness Bridge and Herdwick Sheep
Derwentwater
Ashness Packhorse Bridge
Bowder Stone
Rosthwaite
Honister Pass
Borrowdale
Borrowdale
Discovering the sheer quiet beauty of Crummock Water where I thought I caught a glimpse of a fayrie – but maybe not.
Crummock WaterCrummock WaterA Pied Wagtail and a fayrie?
and Lake Coniston with the steam-driven Gondola and nearby Tarn Hows.
Tarn Hows
Heading over to Ullswater, reached by driving over Kirkstone Pass. The ‘Struggle‘should have given the game away when we decided to turn off at Ambleside “I don’t want to go up that really narrow, windy road” says I. Too late.
And then there was the Castlerigg Stone Circle, only a mile or so from Keswick, with panoramic views and the mountains of Helvellyn and High Seat as a backdrop and where the light on the surrounding fells took my breath away.
Castlerigg Stone CircleCastlerigg Stone Circle – View
I can see why people return here time and time again. We saw but a tiny portion of the Lake District, but enough to whet our appetite and consider another holiday there in the not too distant future.
I will get around to writing a post about this lovely little town in Dumfries and Galloway, but in the meantime, enjoy this photo of the harbour at high tide. with a glimpse of the castle. Image taken on our first evening at around 7 pm and it has been slightly desaturated.