Great
Little
Walks
GLW1108
: Buttermere
Monday
22nd August 2011
Buttermere
and Crummock Water have long been an intended destination
for us but, logistically, they are a bit of a challenge.
An overnight stay somewhere seemed the obvious
solution and the chosen place was Cockermouth. Partly
this was to support the town in the aftermath of its
remarkable floods in late 2009 and partly because, logistically,
it fitted in reasonably well.
It
was mid afternoon as we drew near Cockermouth and we
realised that if we did not go directly to Buttermere,
there was a distinct risk that we would not get there
at all that day and the forecast for the next was not
so promising.
Accordingly
we parked half-way along Crummock Water and set off
for the circumnavigation of Buttermere. Had I
been a bit more careful with my planning, I might have
parked nearer to Buttermere village as the distance
proved a little more than I expected. Sadly, the weather
was not as sunny as had been forecast, at least not
until we were three quarters round the lake. However
the scenery was spectacular and I am tempted to conclude
that Buttermere is the finest of the lakes around which
to walk. Others are spectacular but, with the exception
of Rydal Water and Grasmere, don't offer the continuity
of footpath.
Looking
up Crummock Water to Fleetwith Pike
|
Looking
down Crummock Water to Low Fell
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Looking
across Crummock Water to Mellbreak
Have
you lost your puppet?
Team
picture at Buttermere
Don
with Fleetwith Pike behind
|
Margaret
with High Stile behind
The
view across Buttermere
High
Crag catching the sun
|
Fleetwith
Pike from the end of Buttermere
Looking
down Buttermere.....
....
and again with Mellbreak behind
Ditto
from further round
Looking
back up with Haystacks behind
Fleetwith
Pike and Haystacks
The
path goes through a tunnel
|
.....
and then through a glade
|
Fleetwith
Pike and Haystacks in the evening sun
Back
to Crummock Water
Be
warned!
|
Here
they are! Grassmoor behind
|
Here
is my favourite picture of the visit:
Fleetwith Pike with reflection in Buttermere
Tuesday
22nd August
We
stayed at the Allerdale Court Hotel in a room that pre-floods
had been part of the kitchens but the opportunity had
been taken to restructure and refurbish the hotel. The
room was very tasteful and there were some amusing pictures
on the corridor walls.
Go
on- laugh!
The
morning threatened rain so we concentrated on a tour
of Cockermouth. The aftermath of the floods is
somewhat strange. Much of the attractive Georgian
town has been rebuilt to a high standard. However,
there remain a number of buildings- mainly pubs and
shops- that are disused and in a poor state, detracting
from the overall impression.
Our
route home was along the back road on the eastern side
of Lake Bassenthwaite. We decided to call in at Mirehouse.
Unfortunately the house was closed but the grounds
were open.
Mirehouse
with Skiddaw behind
|
Mirehouse
and garden
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We
wandered around the gardens and particularly enjoyed
the poetry section. We were unmoved by the modern
poetry competition entries, none of which rhymed - that
shows how old fashioned I am about poetry! However,
there were also quotations from earlier generations.
Margaret
was rather taken by this poem about one of her favourite
flowers- the Dahlia.
To
The Dahlia
Thou
are not Dahlia - like the primrose gay Or dropping
Hyacinth, or nodding bell Which in my happier days
I knew so well No flower art thou of ancient English
May - Thou gorgeous stranger come from far away. I
love the now - not for thy gorgeous hue But like
an aged commuter bold and true - Thou dost not leave
thy pale autumnal day. There were who thought that
every peeping herb Has correspondence with the distant
stars - Thou Dahlia - thou must be the flower of
Mars - His banner raised, to conquer and to court Autumnal
storms. Bold Flower, I do love thee As a tall
maid of ancient pedigree.
Hartley
Coleridge
I
have to say that it is rather different to the only
rhyme that I previously knew about a Dahlia and which
does not bear repeating here!
Another
poem that caught the eye is an extract from Dear Friend
by Tennyson, mainly because of the reference to Marge,
which is our children's nickname for Margaret.
from:
Dear
Friend
Dear
Friend, whom to have seen and known Is ever to life's
fainting power The gale before a coming shower, Whose
placid intellect had grown Like little woods with
glooming boughs Where a fountain overflows, Cooling
his Marge alone
Alfred
Tennyson
Before
leaving, we followed the trail to the lovely church,
then through the woods and eventually emerged at the
lake side where the team photo was taken.
The
church
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Team
picture
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It
had been a rare event for us to have a short break in
the lakes but, based on this experience, one that we
ought to repeat. Again and again and soon!
Don,
23rd August 2011
STATISTICS
GLW1108
|
23rd
August 2011
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Distance:
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8.5
miles
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Height
climbed:
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1,024
feet
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Key Features:
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Crummock
Water, Buttermere
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For
more, click on Great
Little Walks 2009
or Great
Little Walks 2010
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