lake 31 August 2009
A lovely day and no mistake. The Husband had to go for an early flight this morning and because I had a late start (albeit in Manchester and we were in Edinburgh still at this point) I had the great joy of turning over and going back to sleep – bliss. Then a nice hotel breakfast and off to the train. I got a bit of writing done and while I was allowing myself a bask at same I chanced to look out the window and discovered we were travelling through the Lake District – a most magnificent place I have never been before. Crikey it was GORGEOUS. It reminded me a lot of the moors in Devon which you know are so dear to my heart since JAM AND JERUSALEM came into my life. And the weather was of just the right sort for me – dark clouds hanging over the higher of the rolling hills and the light making the green of the grass and trees so vivid you could practically taste it. And all of those traditional stone farmhouses settled on the side of the hills. Bloody AMAZING. Am thinking I’ll put in a request to be brought there for staring and leisure purposes (might be controversial as they don’t speak much Russian in them thar hills and youse all know what Himself is like on that front).
We stopped outside Bolton for a while waiting for another train to clear and I saw the first butterfly in ages – a lovely red chap who was perched on a buddleia doing his thing – I am assuming he was a Red Admiral? though he/she wasn’t very big or anything.
And then onto Manchester and some SHAMELESS activity – am loving it. What a job! I cannot shake the feeling that I may wake up in the morning and find it was all a dream…but if so, it’s such a nice one I don;t think I’ll mind…
