This is an excerpt from my journal, written on July 25th, with some pictures thrown in to illustrate.
“Thoughts from today, before I forget and such amazing glimpses into perfection are forgotten and lost forever. Our first full day in Cartmel, a charming and idyllic village…at first glance it looks untouched by time and modernism. Though we thoroughly enjoyed the grandeur of the busy streets of Bath with all of its ornate columns and soaring spires, I confess that Cartmel has captured my heart already with its beauty.
Enchanting shops, pretty cottages, flowers everywhere, a medieval priory, and all set against a backdrop of green pastures giving way to fells and peaks of the Lakeland mountains.
Everything about the day was perfect. Waking up in our lovely little cottage. Walking down the lane to the village store to purchase groceries for a delicious English breakfast. Setting out for a six mile hike on such a rare, sunny and warm day. Blue skies and green hills. Though the initial ascent up Hampsfield Fell was a bit of a challenge, what a view awaited us at the summit!
Then came the fun of sorting through the field guide’s directions as we followed the trail through fields and farms, over stiles and through gates, down roads and bridleways, talking and laughing with my very favorite person on earth.”
(Journal Entry interrupted)
This is the view from the summit down the backside of the fell…from this vantage point you can see the bay and on all sides, more mountains. So pretty! We lost the path a few miles from here, but picked it up again after getting back on to the main road.
Towards the end of the hike…a picturesque stone bridge to cross. From here a few more fields and then a road to take us back in to the village. I admit to being exhausted at this point, and so looking forward to my bubble bath!
Back to my journal entry:
“A quick run to the next town for a few more groceries and supplies. A long-awaited soak in the tub beneath a skylight, surrounded by a candle and flowers. Throwing together a quick pasta dinner. Dessert and tea. And now back to where the day began, propped up in the cosy bed in this charming little bedroom in our enchanted little cottage.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!”
I hope you’ve enjoyed a little glimpse into my thoughts as they transpired on the trip. I admit, I’m terrible at journaling…all fits and starts, very little consistency, but I can see the value of it perhaps more than ever, as I had forgotten half the details of this particular day, and typing out this entry has it all rushing back to me with clarity and warmth. I can feel the wind on top of the fell, the sun beating down on me (causing quite a serious sunburn, some of which is still with me!), getting lost, finding the way, my sore feet, running errands…all of it. So perhaps this will get me to crack open my lovely sage velvet book more often so it can be less ornamental and more inspirational!