Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Views of Cumbria, Silverdale, Arnside and the Lake District. No vomit anywhere.

A few weeks ago I took the opportunity to visit my family up in Silverdale, Lancashire - an area of outstanding natural beauty. It's one of those parts of the world that hold a special place in my heart, as I strongly associate it with my childhood. 
For as long as I can remember, every summer holiday, my Mum, Dad, brother and I would visit my Granny and Grandad, who lived there. Last year my parents moved there too.

As a child, the three hour drive up the motorway would feel like a never ending journey, hellishly long; the tedium and monotony only interrupted by a strong desire to vomit. The desire to vomit only interrupted by actual, proper vomiting. 
As an adult, the tedium of the drive is still quite potent, but thankfully the demon carsickness has been vanquished.

My love of the countryside there, however, remains just as strong now as it was as a child. Below are some photos that were snapped on various jaunts around the local beauty spots.

One of the first of those jaunts was to the top of Arnside Knott. The views from the summit make the effort required to get there very much worthwhile:

Arnside Knott

Arnside Knott's view towards the Lake District

'God Rays' over the Arnside Coast

I've been reliably informed this is a White Galloway

I also took a wander around Warton Cragg, which, like Arnside Knott, hosts some great views of the surrounding Lancashire coastline:

Sunset as viewed from the top of Warton Cragg

Whilst up in t'north I decided to take the chance to go for a walkabout in the Lake District. Having had enough of driving that week (see above), I decided that I could only really be bothered to travel for about an hour. Thus I headed up to Windermere.
It was a very overcast, damp and foggy day, but there was a calmness in the air and the autumn colours remained bright and vibrant. I spent the entire afternoon pottering about the western side, near to Wray Castle. I must have walked for at least 7 miles in total:

Autumn in Windermere

I call him Winderdeer.


Windermere has a variety of interesting wave types, depending on what is in the water.

I'm guessing this exact photo has probably been taken about a million times already.

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