Location:
Troutbeck, Lake District
Memo:
What happens when you drop five city dwellers high on a hillside in the Lake District…? They crack open a couple of ciders and decide it’s a fantastic idea to get dressed up as country bumpkins and stretch those weary legs on a highland hike. Wrapped up in Barbours and Hunters, with walking sticks in hand, we set off to climb the steep wooded hill behind the house. Coll was alive with the sound of music, and after making friends with a couple of sheep, we found our way off the fields to a footpath with magnificent views of the lake down below. Passing newborn lambs, babbling brooks and waterfalls, Lucy and I regressed to our childhoods and insisted on splashing around in the stream. We were at one with nature… until we decided it might have been a good idea to bring along a couple of refreshments for the journey. As if by magic, we spotted a sign directing us to a waterfront hotel and we hotfooted it down the hill for a little more icy cold cider. With the sun dropping in the sky, we made a speedy dash back up the hill (which seemed a lot steeper on the way up!) to watch a glorious sunset from high on the hill.
Photos: Carl Waxberg
