we travelled towards our next chosen stop - Ullswater, our home for the next 3 nights.
First to Cockersmouth, home of William Wordsworth.
we drove along the sides of hills, over Honister Pass
along roads with no fences, where sheep grazed on the road side edge..
past signs telling us 'to tek care, lambs ont road'...
and on to our first glimpse of the lakes....
we had booked into a self-contained cottage for 3 nights , truthfully, B&B's just aren't for us. we like our space and to be independent of others, so cottages are perfect.
the cottage that we chose is at Ullswater lake
'The Old Cop Shop'
reminds us so much of cottages in Tasmania and is between villages of Patterdale and Glennriding.
the whole area actually, reminds us of Tasmania in many ways. Ullswater is actually referred to as England's most beautiful lake and it was no co-incidence that I chose to stay here.. more like serendipity.. I had only been saying to Joe, a few days before that 'Daffodils' was my favourite poem at school [I actually recited it at a school concert when I was 10 or 11] and now I find that here at Ullswater is where Wordsworth was inspired to write the poem.. and the lake is also linked to Arthurian legend. so then, is it any surprise that I find myself here? I think not.
arriving at the cottage mid afternoon, we opened the door to a warm, cozy cottage, with steep steps up to our bedroom. it gets dark quite early here about 4.30..
Day 2 dawns.. a miserable wet day.. so after a breakfast of fresh raspberries, bananas, blueberries and yoghurt AND a piece of that delicious home-made bread we were off to explore the towns of Keswick and Penrith.
it was raining at Keswick, so it was just a quick look around.. alot of roadworks going on and we just had a cup of tea with yet another scone, jam and clotted cream. oh, how this is affecting my cholesterol i have no idea.. but I told Joe I would die happy!!
then off to Penrith.. for more carbs - a chip butty, gravy and mushy peas.. then a look in some op shops where i bought a british tea pot.. chatted to the woman serving who was insistent that she knew me and told me that i would be back!!
[for my own records: cost of 3 days in Ullswater at the Old Cop Shop - 175 pounds]
a year later - 2013
and of course, more memories that I will never forget.
the leek and potato soup with the cheese scone, will forever be a taste memory for me.
the road called Honister Pass and the divine scenery every moment. breathtaking.. the tiny villages with houses that I had only seen on postcards or tv shows.
The gorgeous cottage that we stayed in - The Old Cop shop. loved that one!
And Penrith! a gorgeous market town. I still have the teapot that I bought in the op shop.. when I read my memories.. I feel as if my heart will burst with an emotion that I cannot put my finger on.. is it love or yearning?
and here I sit today, a year later, back in Katoomba, looking out on a bright late spring day.. cicadas chirping, harsh sunlight that really does batter my senses and I am as far away from England that anyone could be. this is indeed a struggle for me.