Penrith Castle At the edge of Derwent Water, she waits for children to have their photographs taken by their parents, with the lakes and the fells in the distance. The children smile momentarily and then disperse to climb across tree roots, trying to get down to the lake.
When she stops waiting and looks through her camera lens at the lake and the speckles of islands covered in trees, the scene doesn't look as beautiful as in the pictures she's seen. In the future, instead of remembering what she actually saw at the lake, she will choose to remember someone else's photos, when the sky was a richer blue and the water twinkled in the sunlight.
They walk up hills and over streams and past some lambs and only get a little bit lost before they reach
Castlerigg Stone Circle. The stone circle is situated amongst breathtaking scenery and although the stones are a lot smaller than those at some stone circles, it is still impressive. It is very windy and cold and crowded there, and she wants to hug him tightly and hide behind a stone to keep warm, like many of the other people seem to be doing. Instead they walk in opposite directions around the circle trying to photograph stones that no legs or arms stick out from.
Derwent WaterBack in Keswick, they drink coffee in a café that sells chocolate shots in chocolate cups and joke about going to the nearby pencil museum to see the world's largest colour pencil and then after that going to see everything that claims to be the "world's largest". Outside there is a congregation, singing loudly because it is Easter.
After that, they visit the Bowder Stone, which is a large boulder that appears to be peculiarly balanced. There are wooden steps up it, so they walk to the top of the rock and then back down it. There isn't much to see at the top of the rock, apart from more rock, since it weighs about 2000 tons and is about 30 feet high, 50 feet across and 90 feet in circumference. There are people trying to climb up the sides of the rock with ropes.
At sunset, they head to Penrith and wander around the castle as the sky turns pink and blue, before ending the day drinking sangria (not at a tea-room though, so not quite 'the finest wines available to humanity.')
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wintrmute and I visited a mausoleum, two churches and a castle, which had even more scaffolding than the last. Details of these have already begun to fade in my mind, but fragments that I do remember include strawberries for breakfast; the suggestion of sticking glow-in-the-dark stars to the mausoleum; being amused at the similarity of our toothbrushes; imagining the Swallows and Amazons still on one of the little islands on the lakes; the first night we spent in Arkham - a moonless night with a full array of stars.
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