Sunday, 17 May 2009
Himself is celebrating one of those birthdays that end with an 0 today. He declared a wish to wake up in the Great Langdale Valley in the Lake District this morning, so off we went in the campervan yesterday. Himself came here regularly at weekends when much younger and has a great love for the area. You can just see our campervan nestling behind some trees and next to the purple van, if you click on the above photo. We liked the look of the yurts also in the same photo.
A gentle early evening stroll :
Past the lambs bedding down for the night - the look on the white lamb's face was priceless :
We head in the direction of one of three local hostelries:
Himself raises a celebratory glass of Wainwright's Ale from our outside seat in an alcove just beneath the eaves of the pub. We look out on a deserted beer garden. I wish I had bought my gloves :
Another foolhardy couple suitably attired for the elements arrive :
We head back to the van between cloudbursts and before frostbite sets in.
A stroll in the opposite direction this morning before heading home :
A truly beautiful spot. In our absence rum goings on in the greenhouse - a spaghetti marrow has been decapitated and a big hole has been nibbled out of the leaves of an aubergine :( I am off now with my torch to see if I can find the culprit. Please launch a search party if I do not report back soon !