Acers in the Lakes

I don't think of acers as being a typical Lakeland tree,for obvious reasons, but when on top of Loughrigg Fell, it became clear that they're very popular with local residents. Little patches of deep red are visible all over Ambleside and surrounding areas.

Here is one of the biggest and most beautiful, from close up in the garden of the Baptist Church (I think) in Ambleside. For a small tree, it makes a big impact.

New jetty

A new jetty has appeared on a favourite walk along the shore of Windermere. I assume the idea is that bikers can cross the lake by ferry from the visitor centre at Brockhole on the East shore, and ride through the woods without the need for lots of riding on the road. Cyclists, cars and narrow roads are not a good combination, so this seems an excellent idea.

 

It also happens to make a great picnic spot with views of the Fairfield Horseshoe and the Kentmere Round.

Unfortunately, by the summer, the jetty has been covered in barriers and notices saying you can't go on it unless the boat is waiting. The usual excessive health and safety nonsense. Grrr.

Ambleside to Grasmere

This walk over Loughrigg Fell takes in some quintessential Lakeland terrain and scenery without being too lengthy or taxing; I never tire of this view of Grasmere looking roughly North, with Helm Crag/the Lion and the Lamb, in the background:

 

A nice half day's walk to Grasmere heads for the Miller Howe Cafe, a favourite for a late breakfast, lunch or tea. The village itself is not a favourite though, and I can't quite say why. Maybe it's that the tourist business here is much more hotel-focused, and those staying in hotels seem to stay in those hotels leaving the village quite empty in the evenings. It's not that Ambleside has a hugely vibrant nightlife, but there are lots of people out and about which creates a good atmosphere.

Full up at last

Finally the Sutton Reservoir is full up. It has taken a while! Only a month ago, it looked like this:
http://outdoorsinmind.blogspot.co.uk/2014/02/blog-post_3.html
Stopped to check it out, and have a stroll, en route between appointments today, bright and crisp, lovely to be out.

At last, return to running

I haven't run for ages. Months, I don't know how many. I have lots of excuses:

1. my knee was hurting when I ran
2. I didn't have time to do the physio exercises I had paid money to have provided to me
3. The weather was too wet/cold
4. I had no time
5. ...

I think I had just got out of the habit. I think of myself as a runner but lately I have been kidding myself. So yesterday morning, when it looked bright and fresh (in between the hailstorms, that is), somehow I remembered that I'm a runner and actually went out and ran. Only for half an hour, pretty slowly, but it wasn't too hard, and nothing hurt, either then or today.

I remembered some things I'd forgotten:

• that I'm always glad when I'm out, however little I wanted to go
• that running is my least painful form of exercise (I hate most forms, especially team games)
• that it gives me time to think, if I want to
• that it also gives me time just to be, outdoors, and not think - maybe more refreshing

More than anything, I find myself musing about how different my intentions and my practice are when it comes to being outdoors. This blog has really clarified that for me, almost a year on from my first post. As in most things, the habit of noticing what's happening provides an impetus for change, and I'll be musing more about that as this blog reaches its first anniversary.

Catkins at dusk

Couldn't resist a walk along country lanes as dusk approached. This tree, with its seasonal crop of catkins, hangs over the River Dane near Swettenham, and when I was last here, the area was mobbed with squealing swallows hunting for flies above the river. A little different today, but it won't be too long before the swallows are back.

Magpies and buds

Glorious blue sky, and on the beech tree, the buds are now russet red, waiting to appear. Frosty this morning, but surely Spring can't be long now. I can't remember a winter I've been so glad to see the back of.