Yesterday was characterised by rainfall. Our son was caught out by the rain on his way to university. Floods on the train line between Windermere and Preston meant that he was 30 minutes late for his first lecture. As a result, Hubby and I are now thinking of buying an old car with good fuel consumption for him to drive to and from university: hopefully, the motorway will be less difficult to get through during heavy rains, although there is no guarantee. On bright days, he can still go to university by train, although that does not mean that he might not be held up by other railway related problems either. Unfortunately, whether our son drives or takes a train to university, there is no guarantee that he will get to his lectures on time should something untoward occur on the roads or rail.
Now to more pleasant news. This morning has dawned bright and clear with lots of sunshine, a tiny breeze, and fluffy white clouds in a light blue sky. As I write, I can see little tits chasing each other in the hedge as they fly after one another in apparent glee. What fun! The greyish gloom of incessant rain that obscured the gorgeous scenery from our windows has been replaced by a picture perfect postcard setting, where Lake Windermere, the Langdale Pikes, Belle Isle and other local scenic gems are highlighted by rays of glinting sunshine that enhance their beauty. From time to time, leaves dance in harmony with a silent wind, cheerfully announcing the fact that they are alive and well after yesterday’s bruising rains.
Silence prevails as I type this post. I can hear the kitchen clock ticking, and that is it! In the far distance now, a rook is swooping over the tree tops. Meanwhile, as I look out of our dining room window, I can see large clusters of red blooms studded among the bushy greenery of our neighbour’s garden through the latticework of our two hedges. In my imagination, I feel like I am tiptoeing in a forgotten garden of paradise, trying to take in all that there is to see before the owner returns and chases me away.
Some new guests arrived to stay with us yesterday for four nights. They had arrived in driving rain and could not see much outside their window. This morning, when they came into the dining room for breakfast, they ‘oohed and aahed’ over the spectacular scenery they had seen from their room when they woke up. They were absolutely thrilled that they were actually staying within the Lake District’s resplendent landscape, since Blenheim Lodge, our bed and breakfast guest house in Bowness-on-Windermere, is located in the heart of the English Lake District National Park.
As our glorious new day turns from morning to evening, I wonder what we will have inbetween. Will the skies turn grey again? The forecast is for bad weather. Or will the rain keep in abeyance until night? Personally, I am not bothered. The Lake District would not be the Lake District without the unpredictable twists and turns of weather that is one of its trademarks. Nobody should come to the Lake District expecting a heat wave; but nobody should come here not expecting a potential heat wave either; (depending on the seasons of course!) Besides, if we didn’t have the weather to occupy us, what would we talk about?
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