do as the Lakelanders. Hike.
Since we are National Trust members, we took in 2 historic destinations over our 3 day trip. But to be honest, I would have been happy if all we’d done was walk in this breathtaking place.
We had some fun along the way. Chatting with lambs was a definitely highlight (it’s amazing how reluctant they are to really open up); but it was this sign that really got me cackling. This sign was not on a road, mind you. Just a path with mostly walkers. I don’t think, after nearly 5 hours walking, I could have slowed down any more for those roguish red squirrels.
This fella had simply arranged himself behind a hard wooden branch… and yet doesn’t it somehow look cosy?
On our second hike we took to the hills rather than sticking down by the lakes, and scrambled up a steep pile of shale pieces (moving pieces, I should add). It was thrilling, as was the view we were rewarded with at the top.
One of the really challenging things for us stupid Americans is following the walking instructions that we always have to print out for this kind of hikes. But, to give us some credit, they are almost always written as if someone is jotting notes down from memory: sketchily, inconsistently, and full of exactly the wrong kind of detail. We had a paragraph on this abandoned stone quarry…
But no directions on how to get out of these woods!
We once again failed at selfies… ooh, but look at my new hiking boots! First pair ever (I think — Violinist?). They made SUCH A DIFFERENCE. WHY HAVE I BEEN HIKING IN TRACTIONLESS SNEAKERS ALL MY LIFE?!
Wish I was back in the lakes, on this Oxford Monday! More lakes – and hiking – please.