To the Lake

“The fleeting hour of life of those who love the hills is quickly spent, but the hills are eternal. Always there will be the lonely ridge, the dancing beck, the silent forest; always there will be the exhilaration of the summits. These are for the seeking, and those who seek and find while there is still time will be blessed both in mind and body.” ~ Alfred Wainwright

The Lake District has my heart, our forever place, a home from home and we adore it so.  To be able to visit even for those short fun filled days, come rain or shine, in any of the seasons, the landscape, the air, the water, it’s magical presence will always be.

I will never tire of sitting by the waters edge watching the boats and people walking along the tracks of the fells.  The views, no matter where you are simply take your breath away, I always try to imprint them to memory for a rainy day but they always take you by surprise when you are there, looking at it’s greatness.

The light seems to be different there somehow especially at this time of year, everything is bathed in an amber glow.  Time stands still for a while, life takes on a different pace, no rush or fuss.

I wanted to be able to bring a piece of this trip home with me and I was lucky enough to purchase a piece of abstract art work that is currently on display as part of the Cumbrian Artist of the Year 2016 at the Rheged Centre.   I have to wait until mid November to get my hands on it, so the excitement builds!  I also got to see my friend Ali’s beautiful new tweed bag range for Ruskin, made with wool from local Herdwick sheep, of course I am now coveting the Quentin.

I seemed to notice the smaller details while away this time, so hopefully you’ll enjoy what I have captured.  From rocks on the waters edge, perry pears that were freely falling from their boughs (and on my head which caused great peals of laughter) to a rustic woven cushion on a window ledge, log piles and rough stone walls.

Happy memories made, until next time.