Last Saturday was extremely busy. It was the local flower show and the church choir had been asked to sing at a wedding. Fairly early in the morning I took thirteen photos to the flower show and entered them in the appropriate classes. There were six to choose from:
Capturing a season in nature
A garden of flowers
My favourite tree
Then I went to choir practice and the wedding service, which was lovely. I knew the bride when she was a child. After lunch I went back to the flower show, which is perhaps the social highlight of the summer here. I was delighted to have won two first prizes and a third prize. These are the original photos, which won. The portrait view won the 3rd prize. For the 4″ x 6″ prints I had to crop them slightly. (The classes in which I was successful were numbers 2-4 above.)
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!
Smithy Beck Waterfall
Speckled Wood butterfly
View from picnic spot
Another lunchtime view
View between the trees
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.
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.
Lambs on the path
Here we come!
Does that taste good?
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.