In the middle of May, I went to the Lake District (again). It has now been three and a half years since our first trip in February of 2014, but now I have learned a new appreciation for the Lakes, and yes this Island on which I live.
The shapes and the colours of the Lake District change so quickly with little notice or expectation that every hill pass and curve in the trail evokes a curiosity that needs to be quenched. What’s it like on top of that peak? What’s down that gulley? Where does that trail go? With hours of nothing to do besides walk, there is the freedom to follow a sheep’s path or scramble up a cragg.
The area around Keswick and in the neighbouring valleys were blanketed with bluebells, newborn lambs, and lots of rainbow rocks. After laying down three of my rainbow markers, with the help of some good friends, a real rainbow appeared right in front of us! It was if we had performed the sacred ceremony of the rainbow and evoked its powers!