Wednesday, May 16: Our last morning in the Lake District. We will catch the 11:45 bus to Windermere for the train back to Manchester. Tomorrow we fly home. The air this morning in Grasmere is cool and damp. I hear birds cooing and calling and an occasional 'baaa'. . . .
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Saturday, August 4, 2018
There was a light mist covering Grasmere when we got up Tuesday morning (May 15th). The view from our rooftop deck at Heidi's Grasmere Lodge was all that I'd hoped for. . . .
Monday, July 23, 2018
In April 1885 nineteen-year-old Beatrix returned to the Lake District with her family for a short stay in Ambleside with a Mrs. Clark at Laurel Villa, now Lakes Lodge. She mentions in her journal that she drove up Langdale Valley and "Saw also the attempted revival of linen hand-weaving at St. Martin's College, Elterwater, under the superintendence of old Ruskin...." I mention this to show the contemporary connections of the people whose homes we visited while in the Lake District. She goes on to write...
"The mother of Mrs. Clark, of this lodging, had the farm at Rydal, and was very familiar with the Wordsworths, particularly the old lady [Wordsworth's sister]. Wordsworth is always referred to as the poet in these parts, and local tradition says Dorothy Wordsworth was the greater poet of the two. For some years before her death she was subject to fits of madness, which her brother could generally control. During these, though a pious and sensible lady, she used to swear like a dragoon. She had a craze for putting her clothes on the fire, and they at least got a fender up to the ceiling. She left a great many of Wordsworth's furniture and odds and ends, such as a large clothes horse, to Mrs. Clark's mother."
Besides being mentioned in Beatrix's journal, her connection to William Wordsworth (1770-1850) was through both their desire to preserve the Lake District. Wordsworth was instrumental in helping to stop the railroad from going any further than Windermere and Beatrix would later work to stop an aeroplane factory from being built at Bowness-on-Windermere where the plan was to use the lake to test hydroplanes. Grasmere, where Wordsworth would live the last 51 years of his life, would be our base for the next two nights from which to explore the landscape that Wordsworth wrote about.
Even with that to look forward to I awoke Monday morning at 5:30 with mixed feelings about moving on. I spent the early hours of last morning in Near Sawery basking in what I saw out my window. . . .
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
When I left you in my last post we'd just walked the two miles from Hawkshead back to Tower Bank Arms in Near Sawrey. After freshening up we went down to "our" table for supper. Tonight they had a lit candle on our table! Was it because it was Mother's Day or because it was our last night there. . . .
Friday, July 13, 2018
Sunday, May 13 - 6:50 a.m. I woke up on Mother's Day to the sound of birds and sheep out my window at the Tower Bank Arms. . . .
Thursday, July 5, 2018
Thursday, June 28, 2018
We woke up to gray skies Friday morning--the day of Susan Branch's Picnic. . . .
Saturday, June 23, 2018
We'd arrived in Near Sawrey late in the morning, toured Beatrix Potter's Hill Top after having lunch at our inn, Tower Bank Arms, and now were eager to head out on our first "ramble." But first we must get fortified with Cream Tea at Sawrey House Hotel just down the lane. . . .
Monday, June 18, 2018
The first sentence in a story is like a gate because it will either draw the reader in or send them away. I hope to draw you into Beatrix Potter's world just a little bit through this post and future ones about our time in the Lake District. If you've read anything of Beatrix's life you will know she grew up in London but she grew deeper, more her true self, in the Lake District.
The white gate below was the original entrance to Hill Top Farm--Beatrix Potter's beloved country retreat. She purchased Hill Top after her fiancée Norman Warne, died suddenly, a month after their engagement in 1905. The green gate to the right leads to the garden of Tower Bank Arms where we were staying. We'd just arrived in Near Sawrey earlier that day, Thursday. . . .