Not a man to poo-poo such an idea, accommodation was arranged for one night at The Pennington in Ravenglass, an ancient Roman port on the Cumbrian coast, my intention being to drive up to Wastwater on the first day and spend the second on the railway.
Under blue skies and in brilliant sunshine we set off on the 2 hour drive from home, finally taking a right turn after Broughton in Furness to take us over Ulpha Fell, into Eskdale and thence into Wasdale and England's deepest lake.
The views when driving across Ulpha Fell are spectacular and I remember a Summers day a couple of years ago, when I parked the Morgan and Helen and myself listened to the skylarks flying above us, a sound that I hadn't heard since childhood, when I used to play in the meadows surrounding our village until farming methods changed and the developers moved in.
But I digress. As we drove through Wasdale the excitement was palpable as we waited for the first view of Wastwater, a wild, mysterious lake with water that appears black due to it's depth with the dramatic Screes plunging down into it from the Scafell Pike massif on the south side.
There was a strong wind from the east, with squalls that were lifting the water from the surface of the lake, all adding to the effect. In fact while we were looking across to Great Gable at the eastern end of the lake we were hit and almost drenched by a direct hit from one of these squalls that almost took us off our feet!
|Herdwick Sheep being driven over the ancient bridge at Wasdale Head.|
|The River Irt flowing under it.|
|The main street in Ravenglass with our hotel in the middle distance on the right.|
|Tide out at Ravenglass|
|Looking south with Black Combe in the hazy distance|
|Fings ain't what they used to be! Black and white shot taken in the main street at Ravenglass|
|Our engine 'Northern Rock' reversing up to the train.|
|Raring to go!|
|Two little boys approve!|
|Approaching Irton Station|
|Glorious scenery en route|
|Turning her around at Dalegarth|
|What a great trip!|