Thursday, 3 September 2015

In which we reach Watendlath

To get back to what I really should have posted yesterday - before I digressed, which is something I seem to do more and more easily as I drift silently - well, almost silently - into senility . . .

The secret village of Watendlath - which, if you paid attention yesterday, you will remember is neither secret not a village - lies at the end of a valley south of Keswick.  There is a road, but I came to the hamlet - just a farm and a couple of cottages back in 1961 - from the east, over the fells (which is what they call the hills in Cumbria).  I don't recall how many there were of us in the party but I do know we were accompanied by an instructor from the outward Bound centre on the shore off Ullswater.  We had come over Helvellyn, round Thirlmere and dropped down into Watendlath en route for Borrowdale.  This was in November so the view of the hamlet I had as we descended the fellside would have been rather less lush than in the picture below

I think the photo is probably ©  Martin and Jean Norgate: 2014, Portsmouth University

Even at the tender age of 19, I was much impressed by the beauty of the place.

We crossed the packhorse bridge and made our way up the track leading behind the trees in the right in the photo above.  I do remember that for part of the way we were accompanied by, or maybe we accompanied them, a woman with her two teenage daughters.  We had been without feminine company for at least two weeks by then, so despite the bromide with which our tea was habitually laced at the centre, we passed a pleasant half hour or so.

Photo: Grevel Lindop

1 comment:

Mike @ A Bit About Britain said...

Enjoying your memories of discovering the Lake District. My first experience was on a geography field trip and I was smitten. We did the usual climbs - as it seems you did too - as well as a gentler stroll to Watendlath. Several years later, I managed to get my family lost in a blizzard around there - not one of my better map-reading days. Many, many years later, I ended up living in Kendal for several years, so got to know it a little better...pass the mint cake, will you?