Perfect Day ...
Towards Wasdalehead, Wastwater, Lake District 1st August 2005
A time to dig in the archives ...
One of my favourite photos, full of the memories of meeting up with two 'branches' of the family who were staying up there.
What I wrote back then:
"A grey day. After two hours of driving through the rain and tyre spray I finally reached the lakeland coast. Out to sea the clouds had broken and the sun was shining brightly on the horizon. I turned onto the rough single track road which would lead me to Wastwater, heading back inland into the cloud and rain. The road twisted its way slowly through ancient stone built villages and wooded valleys, rising all the time and giving me false hope at every summit that I would finally see the lake.
"I rounded a corner and suddenly saw it spreading out before me: Wastwater, the deepest lake in England, surrounded by the high peaks of Scafell Pike [highest peak in England just on the right of this shot] and Great Gable [the one in the centre].
"It was one of those moments which will stay with me for a long time. The cloud parted as I stood and watched the grey water, turning it a wonderful shade of blue, the clouds receding to the high peaks and opening a vista of unspoiled beauty.
"The small track continued to wind its way perilously towards Wasdalehead, my destination, the place where I would meet up with the people I feel instantly comfortable with, no matter that we have not all met up for the longest time. Memories of all those childhood holidays we spent together came flooding back ... playing happily on Cornish beaches, or wandering through carefree Highland glens.
"Peace, perfect peace."