IT’S JUST 20 minutes since we parked up, put on our hiking boots and started walking
and we’ve already seen a red squirrel, which we often don’t see in a whole week in
the Lake District. This was visiting a box, apparently filled with acorns, at the
bird feeding station in Hope Park, Keswick.
Peep-holes in the wooden fence around the feeding station enable you to observe without
disturbing the wildlife.
After this reminder of Beatrix Potter’s (1866-1943) Squirrel Nutkin, so close to
‘Owl Island’ (St Herbert’s Island) where Nutkin loses his tail, we walked on along
the shores of Derwentwater to a place associated with another writer, artist and
naturalist who chose to live in the Lake District.
“The first thing which I remember as an event in my life”, John Ruskin(1819-1900)
recalled, “was being taken by my nurse to the brow of Friar's Crag on Derwent Water.”
It was his first experience of the sublime. This afternoon, the view down the lake
included so many of the elements of Lakeland scenery celebrated by painters and poets:
distant mists, cloud-capped summits, beams of sunlight and craggy brows above dense
woods running down to the lakeside . . . there was even a small patch of blue sky.
As the forecast for the rest of the week isn’t too promising, we’re making the most
of this afternoon.
It’s been too long since we last visited the Lake District and for the last 2 or
3 years I’ve been more familiar with the fells as seen in Julia Bradbury’s Wainwright
Walks series. I enjoy the contrast of Bradbury’s energetic cheerfulness with the
curmudgeonly quotes (laced with dry humour and awestruck wonder) from Wainwright’s
guides but on the small screen, even with swooping helicopter shots, you never get
the impression of brooding bulk that you get standing here on the shore, looking
across the lake towards Cat Bells.