Journey To Ullswater

June 12th, 2009 |

Ullswater lies in the northwest of England, amidst the charm of Lake District National Park. Renowned for its stunning natural beauty, the Lake District has inspired many a young poet and artist. But in the eyes of many, Ullswater is the jewel in the crown. travel1

My voyage started on the shores of the lake Windermere, the greatest extent of England of water. The winter amalgamated in the spring and a crunching breeze functioned through the shore. An odor distinct from dining derived from the restaurant built above water. The building seemed to float and delivered the opinion of the eye of a duck of the lake. The gulls lowed above, their songs reverberating around the city.

“Boat hire?” queried an elderly gentleman, his appearance befitting that of an old sea dog. His weathered skin bore testament to a lifetime’s exposure to the elements. He had obviously had a good life. “Not today thanks,” I replied and headed for my car.

The road continued to an outpost known as Kirkstone Pass. The remotest of public houses offered an opportunity to park the car and absorb the scenery. Facing southwest, the land descended almost to the horizon before eventually levelling out. In the distance lay the elegant Rydal Water surrounded by rolling green hills. Shadows raced across the land as the sun burrowed behind the clouds. All was tranquil.