I wandered lonely as a cloud’…. Those are probably the first words people think of when they hear the words Lake District. Well, that and rain. However, a rare day out with no clouds and no rain was enjoyed by a group of four as we headed out for a walk.
We were staying in a static caravan in the little village of Ings, near Windermere. Not the most glamorous of starts, but this caravan has a better shower than my house, so not too shabby.
This particular Saturday morning, cup of tea, breakfast, the donning of walking gear…. all the usual preliminaries were observed. Then we headed off in the car to try and find a parking space in Ambleside – sometimes more difficult than herding cats.
The gods were smiling down upon us today, as we found a space with ease. We opted for all-day parking, just in case we got lost (ever the optimists), and headed out along the road towards Stock Ghyll Force. Sadly, we didn’t get to to stop there – onwards we walked, past the waterfall and up the (deceptively steep) road to the path over the stile, which would take us to our destination: Wansfell Pike.
The view was beautiful – not a cloud in the sky, and with the temperature around a balmy 18 degrees, conditions were perfect. Onwards and upwards, some more quickly than others. It got hot…very hot, but we remembered to stop and take in the scenery along the away, as well as some much-needed oxygen.
Finally, all four of us reached the top. We stopped for a bit to take in the scenery – with a great view of lake Windermere – take some photographs and generally recover, before heading back down the other side, towards the village of Troutbeck.
It was in Troutbeck that we stopped for lunch – four of us squeezed on a wooden bench, tucking into soup (yes, bad idea given the weather), crisps and cheese pastries, before deciding an ice cream was in order and popping into The Old Post Office in Troutbeck for four English Lakes cones. Very welcome.
Off we trotted, heading out the other side of Troutbeck on the route back to Ambleside. The undulating path took in even more great views as we wound our way back towards our starting point, stopping for the obligatory coffee (or tea!) and cake in The Giggling Goose café – sitting outside by the river to enjoy every last bit of the glorious weather.
Eventually we tore ourselves away – heading back to the car and returning to Ings, before a quick shower and change, followed by a hearty tea at The Watermill pub in the village. A perfect Lakes day.