Afternoon wander: The lake district in England

As soon as my beloved mother and I landed in Newcastle last week, we boarded a slow-slow train to Keswick.

With cups of tea in hand we made ourselves comfortable at our window seats ready to be transported both physically and mentally, to a gorgeous green landscape that so many great minds have been inspired by.

The sun peak through every now and then, behind big fluffy clouds, rock fences, sheep and century old trees greeted us as we slowly made our way to our destination in the Lake district.

The postoffice in Little town farm, where we stayed, was, well, true to the town name, very little;)

There’s something so utterly peaceful and rejuvenating when you are in nature, and especially the type of landscape that is closest to my heart, lush, green, hilly and full of history.

As soon as we checked in I put on my Wellies and headed out for a little walk before the sun went down, to breathe in this place and think.

Many thoughts have been queuing up in my mind, and here, in the Lake district I let them out to wander in this hauntingly beautiful landscape.

The hills beaconed, the trees whispered, and the wind soothes my soul.

Sheep grassed nearby, and the soft afternoon wind played with my hair. It was healing to wander in the hills behind our family run whitewashed stone B&B.

I fell asleep with a very grateful heart that first night, and little did I know that the next two days would be spent in the company of dear friends, but more of that in my next post;)

It’s hard to describe the beauty of this place, so I’ll include a poem a friend left as a comment, as he too has had a little love affair with this place.

In the words of Wordsworth:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-W. Wordsworth

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6 Responses to Afternoon wander: The lake district in England

  1. Annie says:

    what beautiful photos! this is giving me travel envy… I would love to sink right into this landscape. thanks for taking us with you ;)

  2. nathalie says:

    oh, i am in love with the lake district, i am drawn to its wilderness and gentleness too !! i went there one november and we had such a gorgeous weather, everything was so fresh and crisp and not too cold … i dream of it often and would love to go back there, i hope soon ! i

  3. nathalie says:

    oh, i am in love with the lake district, i am drawn to its wilderness and gentleness too !! i went there one november and we had such a gorgeous weather, everything was so fresh and crisp and not too cold … i dream of it often and would love to go back there, i hope soon !

  4. Ann Marie says:

    mmmmm. so wishing we could all go back. your photos are so so wonderful!!! i will remember this lovely little trip for the rest of my life.

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