Windermere

Windermere is the largest natural lake in England. It is a ribbon lake formed in a glacial through after the retreat of ice at the start of the current interglacial. It is in the within the Lake District National Park county of Cumbria and entirely within the Lake District National Park.

                                                  Standing alone, as from a rampart’s edge,
                                                  I overlooked the bed of Windermere,
                                                  Like a vast river, stretching in the sun.
                                                  With exultation, at my feet I saw
                                                  Lake, islands, promontories, gleaming bays,
                                                  A universe of Nature’s fairest forms
                                                  Proudly revealed with instantaneous burst,
                                                  Magnificent, and beautiful, and gay.

                                                                           William Wordsworth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lake District ("Our thoughts at least are ours")

The Lake District, also commonly known as The Lakes or (particularly as an adjective) Lakeland, is a mountainous region in North West England. A popular holiday destination, it is famous not only for its lakes, forests and mountains (or fells), but also for its associations with the early 19th century poetry and writings of William Wordsworth and the other Lake Poets.

                    The Lake Poets, which consisted of a group of English writers who lived in the Lakes in England, were Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Robert Southey and William Wordsworth.

There are numerous poems about Lake District from the world famous poets.

Some clicks from Lake District during August 2013

 

 

 

        Earth was hushed and still; all motion and sound were suspended:
        Neither man was heard, bird, beast, nor humming of insect,—
       Only the voice of the Greta, heard only when all is in stillness.
       Pensive I stood, and alone; the hour and the scene had subdued me;
      And as I gazed in the west, where infinity seemed to be open,
     Yearned to be free from time, and felt that this life is a thraldom.

                                                  Robert Southey (A Vision of Judgement)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                          


                                   I gazed and gazed, and to myself I said,
                                  Our thoughts at least are ours; and this wild nook,
                                  My EMMA, I will dedicate to thee."
                                  ----Soon did the spot become my other home,
                                 My dwelling, and my out-of-doors abode.
                                 And, of the Shepherds who have seen me there,
                                To whom I sometimes in our idle talk
                                 Have told this fancy, two or three, perhaps,
                                 Years after we are gone and in our graves,
                                 When they have cause to speak of this wild place,
                                 May call it by the name of EMMA'S DELL.

 

    William Wordsworth (It was an April morning)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some random clicks from Gods own country

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some more clicks from my garden but not of my garden

Very late flowers (mid October)

 

 

 Waiting for the rain

 

Some Autumn clicks from my Garden

 

 

 

 

 

 

This year we are blessed with lots of pears and apples in our little trees. We planted a small pear tree during summer 2012. We only got two pears last year(accounts to bad English weather) but blessed with numerous crunchy little fruits this year. Same story with the apple tree. The poor little plant got too many fruits it could bear.