The best week of my life began on the day when we moved on from Manchester towards Lake District. With Poziomka on my side. I'm saying Lake District, because we had no clue where we were gonna end up: which town or village, which lake, which camping site. We only knew the train that we wanted to take but in the end we missed three consecutive trains - women... :) I knew that there was a bigger town called Windermere that served as a starting point for many tourists but of course Poziomka had other ideas to go to. Of course she was right eventually: she said she heard about a nice little town called Penrith so we decided to change for Penrith -i think in Kendal, cos initially we started off for Windermere. In Kendal at the railway station we asked a few people about camping sites in Penrith. It turned out that there were no camping sites there and not even a lake or mountain that Lake District is so famous about. Great, i thought. But we took the train to Penrith, as the next one to Windermere was a long time to depart. To cut the story short, from Penrith we took a bus to Keswick - taking the advice of the bus driver - which was a lovely little town on the side of Derwent Water. And what a great place we found for our tent!
This was the view from our tent. Simply breath-taking:
This was the view from our tent. Simply breath-taking:
It took us one whole day to get to Keswick from Manchester and it was already dark when we set up our tent, but it was worth. Then we had an excellent dinner in of the nice and cosy pubs in the village. It was called something dog. Maybe Hounddog. I can only recommend that place. Funny thing: there are many cracks in the woodden beams and furniture and you can leave a coin in them, there are plenty already. Next day we went for a big tour around the lake. On one of the paths like that, can you see?
You won't be surprised if I tell you why Lake District is called Lake District. Because of its lakes. Lakes - mountains - lakes - mountains. In a stunning arrangement. The closer one here is 'our' lake, and in the background there's the next one.
During our little journey Gosia got into a special relationship with sheep. There are no words to describe these pictures:
we also battled with the mountains. it wasn't an easy job but we won. and got rewarded:
that's Keswick in the distance:
Ashness Bridge is a picturesque bridge and indeed, there was a man painting or drawing. Of course we had to walk under the bridge. it was exciting :)
Keswick, the little town that is so dear to our hearts:
