That Day in 2016
To say it has been a strange week is an understatement.So strange that for once my blog has to venture from its usual track of hills, travel and tearooms, with a slight detour into politics.
Assuming you know that a ‘majority’ of voters in the UK referendum on the 23rd June voted to leave the European Union.
I didn’t. I voted to stay in. For many reasons, most have been aired and illustrated widely in the more liberal press. But for very personal reasons too. My father is Latvian. I consider myself to be European. I have already begun the process of securing my own European status.
Now, back to hills, hikes, teashops and the weather.
Witherslack Scar on the limestone fringes of the lakes. The inverted sea, isn’t high and isn’t far but is a steep pull up the sharp side with the most fabulous views on the clear day that it was on the 23rd.
Across to the coast and Morecambe Bay, to the Langdale, Kentmere, the Howgills and Yorkshire.
Down through woods and meadows on a path that hugs the side of the scar meandering close to Witherslack and pub.
A perfect antidote to an awful day.
Though I do wonder who enjoyed this view. Or did they just have a strange sense of humour?
