The Monthly Newsletter of Chelmsford YHA Local Group
There we were in some of the most beautiful scenery on God’s earth and the tourist (Dutch I think) was looking forlornly at his smart leather shoes and a particularly gloopy bit of mud just to the side of the road. I guess being built on sand, the Dutch don’t have experience of a deep, peaty bog like you find in the Lakes. I felt a little sorry for him, but only for as long as it took to scramble up the hill to the next panoramic viewpoint!
Lake District Reflections
The Lake District is without doubt one of my favourite spots in England . This was my second trip there and the scenery and weather could not have been more different both times. Last year it was wintery and snowy. This time the flowers were out and the weather was almost summery - in both cases the views were just breathtaking.
Although I thought I was signing up for hilly walks some of us ended up doing a lot of climbing, which was hard work (I have to admit) but also exhilarating and good fun. Dave, you can definitely count me in for the next trip!
A great weekend with quite acceptable company! And some memorable meals.
The best bit for me was getting up the 'bad step' on the Crinkles - the best attempt of it I've ever made. And the teashop at Rydal Mount takes some beating.
Easter Evening at Brathay Hall
Cress and Mike and James are first back.
They‘ve been ahead of the pack all day.
The kettle goes on and boots come off.
Colin and Asha are cooking, so they arrive next.
Chopping boards out. Onions, broccoli, potatoes, coriander.
There’s a note on the table. Who left a dead pheasant in the loo?
Trudi’s roadkill. Nothing goes to waste.
Outside, under the trees, the conversation gathers as John makes tea. His speciality.
Judi’s made simnel cake. It doesn’t last long.
Nigel’s got a cold… he blames Dave.
Neil and Lesley climbed something huge. They’re tired but happy.
There’s some red noses. It’s been a good day.
Dave and Helen are bantering. A laugh rings out as Clive joins in.
John calls out. There’s three deer grazing in the bracken behind the kitchen.
It’s getting dark as we go inside for dinner.
Outside, bats bomb past against a purple sky.
Nothing but the noise of cutlery on plates. Another good meal.
Washing up. Coffee. Bustle and hustle. The conversation rises to a roar.
Ali’s canvassing for a walk. Langdale Pike?
Lorna’s describing her wedding dress.
Tom and Jim have the maps out. Haystacks tomorrow?
Lily’s deep in conversation with Richard.
The two Johns are talking about something Esoteric And Inscrutable.
Dave’s working on his brain. A queue of people form waving cheques,
asking where the spare toilet rolls are
how many for sandwiches tomorrow?
People are starting to go to bed. Jake and Ali finish the jigsaw puzzle. Fuzzy kittens.
The table’s strewn with coffee cups and glasses. We’ll clear up tomorrow.
Outside, the stars are Christmas lights in the trees.