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Okay, I accept it.  Sometimes the Ancestors move in mysterious ways...

You know what the run-up to this short break entailed.  In case you'd forgotten, here's a brief summary:-

1) Weather forecast states that weather will be good in the east and foul in the west.  Therefore, an east coast destination is preferable.  We decide upon York.

2) The Langdale axe factories feature in last week's episode of The History of Ancient Britain, on the very day that we're told there's no accomodation in our usual B & B in York, and that we're not likely to find any, as Jorvik has organised a Viking festival that's attracted vast crowds (shudder!).  Now, if that's not a hint, I don't know what is.

3)  Ignoring the summons, we decide on Lindisfarne and Northumbria.  No accomodation is booked, however.  That night, our evening episode of Simon Schama's History of Britain DVD happens to feature Wordsworth and Grasmere,  Now, if that's not the Ancestors jumping up and down and waving and shouting very loud, "Hello, we're here!!!"  I don't know what is.

So the Lakes it was.  And, oh boy, were we lucky!! 

Here's one of the many spectacular views we were priviliged to witness.  It features my old favourite, Harrison Stickle, giving a marvellous interpretation of what it is to be a mysterious and wonderful Sacred Place of The Ancestors:-

As you may remember from a post I wrote last summer, I had unfinished business with the nearby felltop of Sergeant Man.  A return visit was on the cards this year, but we didn't think an eleven mile high level fell walk was going to be practicable in February.  Thankfully, we were blessed with reasonable weather for the day of our expedition, so Sergeant Man it was.  Okay, so we ate our lunch hunkered down at the foot of the summit while hailstones (very small ones!) bounced off our jackets, but when the end result was scenes like the one featured above, then what's there to complain about??

I must confess that as we strode down into Grasmere for dinner on Friday evening, I did think, "What am I doing here?  It's only been a month and a half since my last visit," but after that walk on Saturday (it happened to be the third spectacular late February walk in so many years) I knew exactly what I was doing there and there were absolutely no regrets.  It was wonderful, it was marvellous, and I even managed to fit in some building sleuthing, so expect many pictures and blog posts in the coming week!

I shall catch up with all your news just as soon as I can.  And in the meantime, here's Easdale Tarn as I've never been able to capture it before, complete with rainbow:-

 

Thanks for the summons, O Neolithic Ancestors of Cumbria.  You looked after us, as usual, and we're extremely grateful!

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Okay, I accept it.  Sometimes the Ancestors move in mysterious ways...

You know what the run-up to this short break entailed.  In case you'd forgotten, here's a brief summary:-

1) Weather forecast states that weather will be good in the east and foul in the west.  Therefore, an east coast destination is preferable.  We decide upon York.

2) The Langdale axe factories feature in last week's episode of The History of Ancient Britain, on the very day that we're told there's no accomodation in our usual B & B in York, and that we're not likely to find any, as Jorvik has organised a Viking festival that's attracted vast crowds (shudder!).  Now, if that's not a hint, I don't know what is.

3)  Ignoring the summons, we decide on Lindisfarne and Northumbria.  No accomodation is booked, however.  That night, our evening episode of Simon Schama's History of Britain DVD happens to feature Wordsworth and Grasmere,  Now, if that's not the Ancestors jumping up and down and waving and shouting very loud, "Hello, we're here!!!"  I don't know what is.

So the Lakes it was.  And, oh boy, were we lucky!! 

Here's one of the many spectacular views we were priviliged to witness.  It features my old favourite, Harrison Stickle, giving a marvellous interpretation of what it is to be a mysterious and wonderful Sacred Place of The Ancestors:-

As you may remember from a post I wrote last summer, I had unfinished business with the nearby felltop of Sergeant Man.  A return visit was on the cards this year, but we didn't think an eleven mile high level fell walk was going to be practicable in February.  Thankfully, we were blessed with reasonable weather for the day of our expedition, so Sergeant Man it was.  Okay, so we ate our lunch hunkered down at the foot of the summit while hailstones (very small ones!) bounced off our jackets, but when the end result was scenes like the one featured above, then what's there to complain about??

I must confess that as we strode down into Grasmere for dinner on Friday evening, I did think, "What am I doing here?  It's only been a month and a half since my last visit," but after that walk on Saturday (it happened to be the third spectacular late February walk in so many years) I knew exactly what I was doing there and there were absolutely no regrets.  It was wonderful, it was marvellous, and I even managed to fit in some building sleuthing, so expect many pictures and blog posts in the coming week!

I shall catch up with all your news just as soon as I can.  And in the meantime, here's Easdale Tarn as I've never been able to capture it before, complete with rainbow:-

 

Thanks for the summons, O Neolithic Ancestors of Cumbria.  You looked after us, as usual, and we're extremely grateful!