Tuesday 4th February 2014, 1.20pm (day 894)
I’ve been stuck in the house for eight days straight. Goddammit, I was getting out today. I may still be contagious but out in a place like this, who cares?
I’ve been stuck in the house for eight days straight. Goddammit, I was getting out today. I may still be contagious but out in a place like this, who cares?
As photographed on the long uphill walk to Windermere station, as Joe & I returned from our break in the Lakes. I was back at work by the afternoon.
Joe is on his half-term holiday, so these two days I’m off work doing my part of the child care duties. And I decided to take him somewhere I liked. Why not.
Newspaper editors in London might also like to use this picture as evidence that today was not, despite their headlines, the day that the ‘Killer Storm Stopped Britain’. Or perhaps they were using ‘Britain’ as shorthand for ‘that small part of a decent-sized country which is nearest to London’ — as they so often do?
Haven’t done a ‘pure’ landscape for a while — not since the last time I was around the Lake District, I guess. Not a coincidence, there are just so many more of them round there.
I’m walking again. If you want to know more about that part of the day then see my other blog. It was a gorgeous, glorious summer’s day, perfect weather in every respect, and this is more-or-less the only picture I took all day that didn’t have some blue skies on it somewhere. But nevertheless it’s the one I like the best: good curve on the wall, the solitary X-shape of the stile.
As verified by the Guinness World Records people, the world’s biggest working pencil is 26 feet or 7.9 meters long, and weighs 984 pounds or 446.3kg. It lies suspended from the ceiling of the Cumberland Pencil Museum in Keswick, above Joe’s head as he rests after the exertions and celebrations of yesterday.
Tomorrow it’s day 500 of this daily photo blog – quite a milestone. To celebrate I will add some more photos to the Best of the Rest page, and also update the Stats page.
This monument to two shepherds, Edward and Joseph Hawell, stands just above the car park at the end of Gale Road, near Keswick, on the path up to Skiddaw, England’s fourth-highest mountain. But I did not climb Skiddaw today. I (and Clare and Joe, pictured here inspecting the Hawell cross) climbed Lonscale Fell and Latrigg, the gentle green slopes of which are visible behind them (the fell in the far background being High Rigg). Latrigg was the 214th Wainwright fell I have climbed – and there are 214 in total.
So it was the last one. I have completed my project. Well… better find something else to do I suppose.