Sunday, the first full day of our holiday it rained non-stop all day. We decided visiting Brantwood, John Ruskin's house at nearby Coniston would be a good idea under the weather circumstances. The house itself was really beautiful and very interesting with lots to see and admire, but it was too wet to walk around the extensive gardens with beautiful views of Coniston lake, even carrying an umbrella.
On Wednesday Liz and I separated from our men. The men went on a walk around Grizedale Forest, and us girlies visited Hill Top, Beatrix Potter's charming farmhouse and gardens which was followed by a walk around Esthwaite Water and Castle Woods. We loved it at Esthwaite Water, a peaceful, less known lake where we only met two people while there - a woman and her young son. There seemed a path all around the edge of water, and we decided to come back here on our future holiday and explore the lake more closely. Beatrix loved this lake lying on her doorstep and chose it as a setting for many of her children's tales.
On Thursday there was more rain, especially in the morning. We drove to the Grasmere village, which we all love and stayed at in the past, and sat down in a cafe sipping coffee while waiting for the rain to stop. When it finally happened we set off for a stroll around the village. We left the village joining a steadily rising path with excellent, moody views to Helm Crag. Rainy clouds hung down very low....
We reached Allan Bank, a lovely villa on high ground, the property of National Trust. Poet William Wordsworth moved in here when Dove Cottage on the other side of Grasmere became too small for his growing family. Liz and I went in to have a look around. It was teeming with children engaged in various craft activities and games. The best thing for me were the stunning views out of the large Georgian windows that enabled me to take some of my favourite photos of the holiday.
It has been a while since I played with texture layers in my scenery photography, and this particular photo with its winding path, unusual perspective and composition was shouting at me to have a go. I must admit I am unlikely to ever outgrow the painterly, watercolour-ish look the use of textures gives to your photographs in postprocessing.
On Friday it rained yet again and there was no forecast of it relenting, so we just had a relaxing day mooching around the village, doing the last bit of shopping and starting to pack our suitcases.
I still have a few images I took around the lovely cottage we stayed in and will share them in my next post.