Our third walk was local, up onto Brant Fell, a rise of only160m. A short walk too, only 5.7 km. Easy. Especially after Catbells.
We started off in a picturesque town on the edge of Lake Windermere, called Bowness-on-Windermere. After walking up a very steep cobbled street, we entered the woods and then onto the path which took us up to open fell land.
We were without Donna, Patrick, Scott, Lucy and Molly as they had travelled back to London the previous day, in horrendous traffic.
The first view of Lake Windermere.
Striding forward and upwards.
Walter and I looking very much in control of this walk. No mud on the trousers either.
A small peak, but still a peak. Jackson braving the wind, or getting read to fly off the edge. I am not sure which option he had in mind.
Another and higher view of Lake Windermere. The storm clouds held off shedding their rain, thank goodness.
A kissing gate. There were lots of these gates on the path. Tradition has it that a girl kisses her suitor (no boyfriend labels in olden days) every time he held the gate open for her.
The steps of the stile are build into the stone wall. Very practical.
This poor little lamb appears to have lost its mummy. Hope she was found. We worried about it for ages afterwards.
We took this walk in our stride. But a big walk to come the next day. Hope we are ready.
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