Having just spent a week in Rydal, the beautiful area between Ambleside and Grasmere, synonymous with the poet William Wordsworth, it’s easy to understand how the sheer unspoilt beauty of the place inspired him. Every which way you look your senses are assaulted by hills, lakes, rivers, waterfalls and forests, and the ever changing weather makes it all the more atmospheric.
The Lakes are always wet, but this time around the weather surpassed itself. To say it was wet would be an understatement. It POURED down every day, and everywhere we walked we came across water, seeping, trickling and dripping. Hundreds of mini- riverlets ran down, across, over, under and around the landscape trying to carve out new paths. Sometimes we were walking through three or four inches of water, our trainers were permanently soaked!
And day by day the running, splashing, roaring, thundering rivers and waterfalls grew in size and strength. Each night all we could hear was the sound of roaring water, a great way to be lulled to sleep.
Many brooks and streams burst their banks and all the paths were slippy and deadly. Coming down sheer paths in the forests and hills became a little treacherous, especially with young dogs pulling on their leads. And soggy sandwiches eaten in torrential rain are not at all enjoyable!!! Not at all…..but in torrential rain the Lakes are even more awesome than they are in sunshine…..well, to me anyway!
One day we were walking around Rydal water and suddenly found that the path had completely disappeared. It was now submerged under a foot or two of water so we had to indulge in a little unexpected rock climbing….REALLY precarious that was. We had a dog each [neither of which intended on co-operating of course] and were scaling slippy rocks with no real foothold a little like spiderman. I must say I’m AMAZED neither of us ended up in the lake…..sheer luck!!! Hubs was much worse at it than me and nearly fell in as he slipped right to the water’s edge!
So after being drenched to within an inch of our lives, Hubs and I have finally decided to get the correct, posh, EXPENSIVE kit. That means forking out a hundred quid just for a pair of waterproof strides!!! Our current kit has proved itself to be useless in these sort of weather conditions….at least the posh stuff lasts years…….or it’s supposed to anyway.
This is how the mist would suddenly drop…..then get thicker and thicker…..
And finally….proof that even the stone walls turned into waterfalls!