a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
Thus ended our glorious sojourn in the Lake District. From Keswick we took a bus to Penrith and caught the train to London’s Waterloo station. Once again, I slowed my shutter to get some motion-blurred, pictorial images of the English countryside.
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Alighting at Hawse Landing we then clambered up Cat Bells, without doubt our hardest climb, about 450 meters up. Described by all the guide books as “…one of the great favourites, a family fell where grandmothers and infants can climb the heights together, a place beloved. Its popularity is well deserved: its shapely topknott attracts the eye offering a steep but obviously simple scramble,” this walk took the breath out of me and “scramble” means climbing up rocks with your hands. After descending and walking along the lake, we returned by boat from Hawse Landing to Keswick and the ducks.
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From our hotel, we walked to Keswick port where we caught the ferry to Hawse Landing to begin the ascent to Cat Bells.
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