Monday 1st June, 2015
I guess I’ve managed to set myself up quite well for this summer onehundred, in that I’ve made the first five days of the project relatively easy for myself. G and I are spending the week in the Lake District, so photographs and writing material won’t be too hard to come by – the tricky thing will be finding the time to write.
We set off at eight am and stopped off for food shopping before heading on our way to The North. Thankfully the roads were remarkably clear and the only only hold-ups we suffered were some Lincolnshire tractors. The trip was punctuated by a text from K on her way back to university – she spotted us on the roads – and I was reminded of our many road trips over the years in high school, from Duxford museum all the way to Normandy, France. It was tradition for us to sit next to each other on the coach and we used to have a hysterical time.
The weather worsened as we hit the A66 following a brief coffee stop at Scotch Corner, but it was nothing too dramatic. We picked up the last bits of food we needed in Keswick and made our way over to the cottage to check in, unloading the car in the rain.
The weather is supposed to improve significantly with each passing day, so we decided not to brave the threatening landscape today and instead rest up for the week ahead. We lounged in the living room’s unfathomably comfortable armchairs in front of a film and made fajitas for tea to the tinkling of the windchimes outside.
As I write, the rain continues to pour but I still find this landscape evvery bit as enchanting as when I first saw it almost nine years ago with my mum. I’m so grateful she introduced it to me back then, and equally so for G – with him I can not only experience the Lakes on foot, but from the water itself thanks to his double kayak.
But more on this in the coming days – for now I am more than content in our cosy little cottage with its ancient beams and modern skylights. If this is how my summer begins, I can only hardly wait for the rest.