Autumn in Cumbria

It’s been a while since I published on here.  Blame houses.  Or rather the ridiculously stressful system of buying and selling we have in England.  It all takes so long!  Everyone tells me how lucky I was to sell my house so quickly.  The first viewing resulted in a sale, within the first week.  But I then went away for three weeks with no idea of where I was going to live, except I’d decided on Kendal.

The detail is boring, but suffice to say that it became all consuming when I came back from the Balkans and for a while I did nothing else.  When I wasn’t out walking the hills that is.  That didn’t stop.  Nor did the camera clicks.

I just never wrote.

Around Angle Tarn from Patterdale,  was the first  hike almost as soon as I returned from the Balkans.  A lovely day leading for the Lake District National Park.  Always a joy to go out with these varied and interesting people.

Angle Tarn

There’s been the usual wanders up Farelton Knot, with its trees precariously rooted between walls and boulders.

Farelton Limestone

Trips to Arnside, night and day.

Arnside by Night

One of my favourite haunts of Nidderdale and a new walk from Burstall.  A typically picturesque village in the dales.

Trollers Gill

Pretty, but not too exciting, bar Trollers Gill where the water mysteriously disappears underground. Maybe the odd Troll could be found?

Nidderdale Woodland Trust

But everything looks better when the sun comes out.   As it did the next day.  Especially for my birthday, when I left the Nidd for York.

York

Somewhere in between I went to the Brecon Beacons.  With a lovely group of silver DofE kids.  They all passed.  Despite the incessant rain on the Sunday.

Brecon Beacons

Another National Parks walk.  Look up their walks here.  I volunteer for them as a way of giving back for all the miles I tramp on the hills.

A low level walk round Cathedral quarry and caves.

Elterwater Quarry with the Langdale backdrop

Industrial detritus, somewhat incongruous with the back drop of the Langdale Pikes.

The weather well and truly broke in October, but the water just made the iconic Ashness Bridge all the more attractive.

Ashness Bridge

For once, not just visiting Sizergh Castle for a coffee with my 92 year old dad, I went to see the acers.  Such an amazing garden for autumn, all thanks to the National Trust.

Sizergh Castle

And the move?  I’ve found a house and all is creeping slowly forwards.