Has it truly been two weeks since I left Santa Fe? The blink of an eye, really. Major air travel, a whole tour come and gone, nestled semi-quietly now in the Lake District for some work, rest and laundry/re-organize/last minute prep for the next tour. I’ve hardly had any time to think about anything other than the task right in front of me.
I might finally be able to get in some writing. How about if I start by sharing today’s walk?
I’m staying at Bank Ground Farm, a working farm that also supports itself with guest rooms and a small restaurant. It looks like this:
I worked this morning after a brief delay due to the lock on our door not working. But that’s an entirely different tale. We’re going to stick with the walk… right? I worked at my computer until about 1 pm, then laced up my walking shoes and headed out. It was overcast and the light was muddy. Nonetheless, there are people all over the Lake District this weekend. It’s the Easter holiday (Friday and Monday off work) so camping areas are full of families, boats are on the lakes (here referred to as a “water”) and hikers, cyclists and extra cars are making the tiny roads a challenge. Nonetheless, I ventured forth.
Bank Ground Farm is on a less-travelled side of Coniston Water. I often walked alone, only occasionally passing another person or car. (Thank goodness because the roads are… well, … Heather and I just conferred. We agree the road is exactly the width of two cars plus three inches. And there’s a stone wall on both sides. What is that, about ten feet wide maybe?)
I wandered, alone for the first time in many days. Here is some of what I saw.
And then back down to Bank Ground Farm again. A hot shower. Coin operated laundry. Fresh clothes and dinner out.
Ending the day with a quick note to you, from right outside my room. Here’s what I see as I send my love your way. Cheers!