Christmas is often a time to reflect. We look back and remember…
The places we have visited:
The raw beauty of nature:
The diversity of plants and animals:
Our achievements (however small):
Our family and friends:
As far as I know, my dad is the oldest Hawtree in the world. So every day that goes by, he’s a world record breaker ! 🙂
And for all of these things we are eternally grateful.
I’m also very grateful for all of those people who have been following and supporting my blog for the past 8 months. I thank you all and wish you a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR ! 🙂
Although it snowed a few weeks ago, it’s been quite sunny and warm since, so the snowline has risen to around 2,000 metres. This gave me the opportunity to repeat one of my ‘medium level’ walks along the alpage above the villages of La Sage and Villa, before descending to La Forclaz and ultimately Les Haudères, for a well deserved beer. 🙂
When you visit the English Lake District you have to take the weather as it comes. But as long as it’s not pouring down where you are, you can almost always see some wonderful scenery.
This must have been one of the furthest outposts of the Roman Empire.
The Romans would certainly have enjoyed this view.
Luckily this never quite reached us before we moved on.
From Britain’s favourite view to Britain’s favourite bird !
This road is not for the faint-hearted. It’s narrow and is very steep in places.
Some impressive carving shows who or what is allowed on the each route.
We didn’t cross – some stones were under water and it looked too slippery !
Last week Jude & I went back to the UK to take my 92 year old father on holiday. My sister Karen came along too and we stayed in a beautiful cottage in a small village called Boot, in the English Lake District. Although the weather was horrendous on the drive over, leading to flooding in many parts, we had a relatively dry few days.
My favourite area of the Lakes, and often described as “Britain’s favourite view”, Wasdale is a fabulous place to visit, as is the Wasdale Head Inn, which sits at the end of the valley.
Changing scenery… This picture was taken only about an hour or so before the other views.
Due to the volume of rain this normally gentle river, was a raging torrent !
The route to the top of Yewbarrow follows the line of the wall in the middle of the picture.
Left to right: Karen, me and Jude, with my dad in front.
A welcome sight for walkers and casual visitors like us !
The tree is decorated with beer mats and a bottle of Fairy (washing-up liquid) at the top!
From left to right you can see Yewbarrow, Great Gable, Lingmell and Scafell Pike (England’s highest mountain @978m)
There’s something magical about being the first person to walk through fresh snow. Even though it can be a foot deep, your feet just glide through it like it isn’t even there. It’s also a little scary, as you can’t quite see where the path goes and you’re never quite sure of your footing. Luckily a few animals had shown me most of the way and I had a fabulous walk.