Grange-Over-Sands, Part 1

Last weekend we absconded (along with the rest of the bank holiday travellers – i.e. all of Britain)  up to the Lake District in the north. Even though the 4 hour journey stretched over 8 hours, it was all worth it when we finally arrived at 10pm to our little self-catering flat in Grange-over-Sands. The sun hadn’t fully set yet, and in mid-dusk we could see the ocean draining from the sandy bay below the village. The entryway to our temporary home was outside this gorgeous stone wall, which preceded a very steep scramble up to the flat itself perched on a hill.




Unfortunately I tumbled down said steep path very early on in our 4-day vacation, and my DSLR camera lens took a fatal blow. The bright side is that it gave me a chance to test the limits of my mobile phone’s camera. It captured this rainbow fairly well. And if you pretend the orb above it is the moon, it’s even better.




It was just as overcast in the Lakes as it is in Oxford, but the clouds enhanced the rugged peaks and troughs in Cumbria. In Oxford they rather detract — the grey of the cement roads, stone buildings, and low-hanging clouds all blur together to paint an altogether dreary picture. Cumbria was deep greens, blackish blues, white boats/fences/sheep. I’m not a particularly visual person, but I think it’s always a fun exercise to think of the color palate of a particular place. What’s it like where you live?




We visited Hill Top, Beatrix Potter’s sagging farmhouse that she never actually lived in. As a single woman for much of her young adult life, it was a big deal when she purchased the property on her own without a husband. But to live in it on her own? Unheard of. So Hill Top became the place she drew and wrote in the Lakes, though, the tour guides were eager to point out, she never would have slept in the bed.




It was fun to see all the secret nooks and crannies of the place. We toured the grounds on the tail of a group of Aussie retirees, who were enthusiastically spotting Peter Rabbit everywhere and hooting about it loudly. They were fun.





The village was absolutely charming. Only in Britain do you see something like this…



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More adventures to come…!



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