A walk around Ennerdale Water

When we decided to go walking in Ennerdale our original plan was a walk, a picnic, a walk back and a visit to an art exhibition at The Gather at Ennerdale Bridge.

What actually happened was a leisurely walk with lots of stops to take photos, a picnic, a decision to continue all around the lake, an accidental fall, arriving back at the car park after The Gather had closed. Oh, and a chat with a dog-walker, which resulted in a possible attendance at a social event in the autumn. This time it was my turn to fall. I tripped because I was looking sideways at the scenery and missed a hazard on the path. Fortunately I could walk the last few hundred yards to the car park. Note to self: look where you are going!

It was the first time we had walked all the way round the lake. It is the sort of walk, where it is possible to see more or less how far there still is to go and how far to go back. There were two points at which going on seemed hazardous, but going back was too far. At Angler’s Crag the path is steep with loose stones and there is a steep rocky outcrop to climb down (or up if going the opposite way, although if we do this again, we’ll find a higher route). At the weir engineering work was in progress. It occurred to us that if the heavy machinery broke the bridge, we would have a long way to go back! Of course the work had been well-planned and the bridge was still there for us to cross.

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A close encounter of the ovine kind

On a familiar path it seems unlikely that anything more exciting will happen than a chat with other people or perhaps a sighting of a butterfly or an unusual bird. One day in early April there were sheep and lambs in the field. Most were at the far end away from the path. Two lambs were lying down on the path. I stopped to take a photo from a safe distance in order not to startle them. They were not at all timid and came to investigate.

As there is a time delay on the shutter on my camera phone, I missed the first lamb as they raced towards me. One of the lambs then began to suck my trousers and my boot. Hubby was behind me on the path watching.

Mother sheep was minding her own business on a bank between the path and the fence. She went across the path with the lambs, but appeared to be ignoring them.

Beached

It has been a while since I posted anything here apart from the photo challenge posts.

On a sunny Sunday afternoon I joined a group of people led by someone from Surfers against Sewage and someone from the National Trust to pick up rubbish (mainly plastic) from a relatively small area of pebbles on a beach.

Much of the rubbish was in small pieces needing to be picked up by hand, wearing gloves. Litter pickers were also available for larger rubbish.

Although we spent over two hours and filled eight or more bin-bags with rubbish, we hardly made an impression. Much more needs to be done. Council workmen came and collected the bags to take them to a landfill site.

There has been a lot of publicity about pollution of the oceans with plastic recently. There are petitions, which can be signed about all sorts of ways in which the release of plastic and related pollution could be limited. Release of balloons and Chinese lanterns could be banned. A tax on plastic coffee cups could be levied as is already the case for plastic carrier bags in the UK. Rules and more rules!

We need collectively to tackle this problem with or without rules. How can we buy less plastic? Can we make sure any plastic we dispose of is recycled if possible or cannot find its way into watercourses and be washed into the sea?

Can we make a difference to the rubbish which is already littering the sides of rivers, streams and beaches?

A piece of rubbish there was no time to collect
A piece of rubbish there was no time to collect
Balloon waste I found and binned
Balloon waste I found and binned

 

 

 

 

 

 

My pictures are of the sort of rubbish, which is too often found on beaches. One of the main sources of plastic on beaches is the centres of cotton-buds. These have been disposed of inappropriately down toilets instead of being binned. The filters at the sewage treatment works do not remove them; they end up in the sea.

Rope and plastic containers from fishing are also commonly found.

There is also a campaign for dog-owners to pick up the poo on beaches. Only this morning I saw a discarded (full) poo-bag left near the beck, which runs into the sea. A charitable thought is that the dog-owner was going to pick it up on their return. As it was only a matter of yards from a bin, this seems unlikely. Unless a brave passerby were to pick it up and deposit it in the nearest bin, there are two pollutants, which could easily end up in the sea – the poo and the plastic bag!