The River Derwent flows through Borrowdale. The backdrop is of the Borrowdale Fells and Castle Crag.
Significantly, nestling at the base of the Crags is the village of Grange…. reputedly the wettest place in England. I can certainly testify to a great many wet days tramping through the valley and across those fells.
It also brings back memories of regularly arriving back in Grange, soaking wet and with boots definitely muddy. Along with others equally as wet, we would arrive at the little Café in the middle of the village. In those days it was run by an elderly lady called Miss Davis. Always a welcome for everyone… it also brings back memories of a very special aroma (no, not the wet soggy clothing) but of Toast and Baked Beans being cooked via Calor Gaz, a heady aromatic aroma. Together with a mug of tea, it was a banquet fit for any King.
Some of those days where indeed moody, but always ended with a welcome, a laugh with strangers, and a warm feast.
We will make happy memories again, until then…
Please Remember ….
Stay Safe …. Be Kind…. Look After Each Other
(C) David Oakes 2021