>Haweswater

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YESTERDAY’S REGULAR UPDATE BENEATH THIS ONE.

No pictures on this post because I couldn’t park up anywhere to take any. I did snap these foxgloves, though, as I passed them almost every day.

When I got to Haweswater, I was shocked at the number of people there. The last time I went it was still a secret and there wasn’t even a car park, let alone white lines drawn on the floor. The car park was overflowing with vehicles spilling onto the sides of the narrow road. It was such a disappointment to see how busy it had become.

I decided not to stay – couldn’t park anyway – and headed back to base (sorry, no pictures). I thought it would be absolutely lovely if the golden eagle could soar up from the lake and escort me on my way out of the valley … so when he did I was totally and utterly speechless. The big bird appeared from behind some trees on an island, flew up beside and in front of me, then soared into the sky and stayed over me as I drove away from the reservoir.

He was glorious. I was stunned.

I couldn’t stop, I was driving, there was nowhere to pull over, and someone was behind me. But I did almost crash the car a few times as I strained to see him gliding way up in the sky. What a treat.

On the way back I found Celleron, but I had to ask and it was on someone’s land. There’s a long walk that takes you up onto the Roman road. Maybe if I were a bit more experienced and a bit more in condition I would have tried it.

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4 thoughts on “>Haweswater

  1. >I'd seen his late partner quite a few years earlier, but that was through binoculars – nowhere near as good as having one fly beside you.

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