January 2018


Christmas seems quite a long time ago now but Foulsyke is a lovely place for a family Christmas. The grandchildren are at that stage when Christmas is magical which makes it all very special.

Poppy and Edith (and Clare and I!) had a wonderful day on the Santa Express on the Eskdale and Ravenglass Railway This was followed by a visit from the local carol singers in the evening which delighted the two girls.

The children were all very excited on Christmas morning to see that Santa had visited and had left some crumbs of mince pies on the fireplace. Later in the day they found reindeer poo in the garden (courtesy of the local sheep)!

One of the pleasures of living here is that there is so much for everyone to enjoy. There were bike rides, walks, visits and probably too much eating!

Ian and Emilia on the top of Whiteside

Paul and Ann on the top of Honister

Poppy and Ella with Adam, Paul and Ian at the climbing wall in Keswick

Ella and Arthur pointing out Grannie’s house from Brackenthwaite Hows.

Some images of the New Year


The morning sun on Lowfell

The lone pine

A misty morning, photo courtesy of John Macfarlane

The first snowdrops.

A Happy New Year to everyone!


The past month has been one of contrasting weather patterns, there have been some gloriously sunny days and some very cold ones with even a little snow on the tops of the fells. There was also a lot of rain. I went down to Crummock after a day of very heavy rain and there was no way you could get round the lakeshore as the bridges were islands. The river was almost up to the car park and the monitoring station just inside the gate from the car park was completely surrounded by water.

Although the water subsides fairly quickly the ground remains very wet. A week ago I was at the far end of Crummock and it was just too wet to walk through to Buttermere, I did however see a rather damp herdwick paddling across the stream to pastures new.

Last Sunday was a lovely day so I went up onto Brackenthwaite Hows in the morning before getting to work on the garden: it was beautiful.

Someone, of course, always gets to the top first!

It is now December and the Christmas lights are on. Cockermouth looks very pretty and twinkly but my favourite is always the climber on Keswick Moot Hall – he never fails to makes me smile.

Wishing you all a very Happy Christmas.



The weather seems to have been the dominant theme this past month and although Ophelia was the storm that was most in the news (perhaps it was her name) we had some pretty damaging rain the week before. After the rain stopped I paddled down to Crummock by High Park to Sandy Yat but could not get further round than the promontory: the photo below is of the wall and path towards the pumping station. I had to go back the way I came and was rewarded by seeing a diving peregrine over Melbreak – what could be better.

Ophelia was just very windy, not much rain, but took out our electricity for sixteen hours: tree on a power line by Watergate. The day after Ophelia I went for a walk along the Loweswater terrace path only to discover that the rain the previous week had washed away the bridge at High Nook – no sighting of it anywhere apparently, thought to be at the bottom of Crummock!

I heard and saw the first flock of migrating geese overhead about a week ago and there have been several since. The fieldfares have also fluttered in. There is still colour in some of the hedgerows, dog daisies and campion mainly but the biggest surprise was an unseasonal primrose on the track down to Maggie’s bridge.

Although we have had some disappointing weather there have been some better days. Last week my son Paul and his family came to stay for halfterm and on a beautiful sunny day the children and I picnicked outside on the bench.

We took the opportunity to go to  Muncaster one day: the autumn colours were looking  impressive from the castle ramparts.

They also do an excellent Hallowee’en for all ages!

We had our first frost at the weekend – wonder when there will be snow on the fells this year?


It is now becoming quite autumnal, leaves are blowing into the courtyard and the trees across in Lanthwaite Wood are subtly starting to change colour. The swallows and house martins have departed but I have not yet heard the skeins of geese overhead as they start to migrate. There seem to have been a lot of wayside flowers in a late second bloom, dog daisies, scabious, meadow sweet. And I have had an incredible amount of red admirals on my sedum and the tall spikes of actea in the garden.

The first Sunday of the month was Loweswater Show. The weather forecast was dire and at times it seemed doubtful if the show would go ahead but it did, it is a lovely valley event and the rain held off till around 3 o’clock. If you want to see more about the show Roger and Ann Hiley have got lots of pictures on their website which give a super flavour of the day. I thought it would be easy to photograph some penned herdwicks, a captive audience, but they can still manage to turn away.

I had better luck taking a walk down the field towards the lake one evening. The farmer had penned some sheep next to the wall with Grasmoor as a perfect back drop.

Yesterday was a stunning day, with a calm, misty morning, sun just breaking through. I decided the baking could wait and headed down to Crummock with Max: he was not allowed to cause ripples in the lake till I had taken a few pictures.




Well, not only was the Lake District awarded World Heritage status but Cumbria Life chose to put a picture of Crummock Water taken from Low Fell on their cover to celebrate this achievement: Foulsyke is obviously included!

Low Fell was also my new dog, Max’s first foray onto the open fells and his first Wainwright although the way he is developing, I think submerging himself in all the lakes and tarns would be his preferred challenge.

The heather on the fells is wonderful at the moment. As I write, I am looking out towards a gloriously purple sided Whiteside. The photo however is one I took the other day on Low Fell.

Many of you know I have three chickens but over the past month or so you were only likely to see two as one had got a serious case of broodiness. I thought at first she would eventually give up but she didn’t so I did what we all do these days and googled it. Options seemed to be giving her fertile eggs to sit on, putting her in a box, dunking her in water or putting freezer blocks underneath her. I chose the last option which fortunately worked, I didn’t fancy the other alternatives. It was amazing how hot the blocks became after a night’s incubation.

Several friends and guests have mentioned The Gather, a community café and centre, at Ennerdale Bridge. I had family staying a couple of weeks ago so we went for a light lunch before having a walk along Ennerdale shore. Well worth a visit, both children and dog friendly and lovely food.

This morning I decided to go for a walk along the Loweswater terrace path, or coffin route as it is also known. I was lucky, there was no-one on the seat as I passed so I had my morning coffee overlooking both Loweswater and Crummock, what could be nicer!


It’s July and the harebells and meadowsweet are out – two of my favourites!  Meadowsweet is all along the hedges and there are great swathes of it in fields and meadows but you can often come across harebells unexpectedly; I found this little patch in the field by Park Beck and there was another clump growing out of the church wall as I passed by.

The main summer season is well underway now at Theatre by the Lake in Keswick. ‘Handbagged’, a play about the meetings between the Queen and Margaret Thatcher, is excellent, very funny but also gently reminding us of serious issues. ‘As you Like It’ started last week and is a very modern take on Shakespeare’s play, very imaginative with lots of music and dancing, very enjoyable. We had an excellent pre-theatre meal in the café on a limited choice menu; it was very nice and relaxed and you don’t have to worry about getting to the theatre on time.

My most exciting news at the moment is that after nearly a year without a dog I have now got Max, a rescue border collie. He is very friendly with both people and dogs and even accepts that he is Peggy, the cat’s, new best friend. As a rescue dog he does have some problems, he is very nervous and doesn’t seem to have been used to going out for walks but he is gradually learning it can be fun. This morning we made it down to Crummock with Andy and Jenny, my neighbours, and their dogs. Clare, my daughter’s comment on his reluctance to go for walks was that he had heard on the doggy grapevine how far I walk!

I often put in a photo of the view from my garden but this month I am putting in a picture of my garden as it is looking so colourful at present.


In June the road along to Foulsyke becomes even narrower than usual as the cow parsley and ferns grow too tall and lean over into the road. The meadow sweet is almost out and higher in the hedges roses and honeysuckle are flowering. The foxgloves are looking particularly splendid as well.

I have got swallows nesting in Crummock store and there have been various attempts to build a nest under the canopy by Buttermere. It’s a tricky build as there is so little to attach to to but the current effort is holding so far.

It seems a long time since I wrote my last blog and a lot has happened since then including a General Election. I always find it amusing when I go to vote at the village hall to find the polling station notice tied to the rubbish bins!

I had an old friend staying for a few days at the end of May and we decided to head for the coast one day and walked out to Grune Point on the Solway – the tide was out, it was quite desolate and we didn’t meet anyone at all but we heard a linnet singing.

The summer season at Theatre by the Lake has got off to an excellent start with a stylish performance of Terence Rattigan’s ‘After the Dance’ and a very funny production of ‘Handbagged’.

Also in Keswick there is a new exhibition which at Keswick Museum based on Terry Abrahams documentary on Blencathra. It is a very friendly small museum with lots of interesting exhibits and the small entry fee is valid for a year’s visits!

Although my walking activities are mainly in local or easily accessible places, every now and then I go further afield and a couple of weeks ago we went to the far reaches of the Duddon valley to climb some of the Coniston fells from the other side. It was a super day and the views towards the Scafell range were stunning.

But just in case you think I am neglecting the local sights here is The View one misty morning

and Buttermere earlier today.


In the past week or so the trees and hedges have really greened up: I took this photo  of the oak trees along the lane from Foulsyke the other evening as I was walking down to the village hall: they looked so beautiful in the evening light. However if you asked me what is special about May I would say three things; lambs, cuckoos and bluebells.

There are so many lambs in the fields now and they are starting to charge around in little gangs sometimes finding their way onto the lanes through tiny gaps in gates and hedges and then having difficulty getting back. Lambs, like most animals are not easy to photograph as they tend either to hide behind their mother or scamper off just when you think you may have the perfect shot. However I was in luck last Sunday: Judy and I were out for a walk having our picnic lunch when we were surrounded by a flock of inquisitive lambs and their mothers – photo opportunity.

There seem to be cuckoos everywhere, there are certainly some in the wood behind, and also in Lanthwaite Wood. Last year I didn’t hear a cuckoo until 5 May which was a bit later than usual but this year I heard my first cuckoo on 28 April and some guests said they had heard it earlier in the week.

Rannerdale bluebells are quite early as well this year and there have been several pictures in newspapers and on television. They are very special and part of their attraction is that they are on open fellside rather than in a wood so there are large swathes of blue across the valley. I find this very difficult to capture on camera but what one can never do is to capture their very distinctive and evocative scent.


The daffodils are still out in Loweswater and probably will put on a good show for Easter. Several guests have remarked that there has not been such a marked difference in the flowering times between the South and here this year which is quite interesting, maybe they had it colder than us this winter.

The daffodils have now been joined by primroses and there are also a few shy violets to be discovered. There were even some  bluebells which were almost out along the lane today. A neighbour had some swallows inspect her barn last week which she says is earlier than last year.

We are also starting to get some lambs in the fields around Foulsyke and there are some beautiful ones at the end of the lane, I am told they are Kerry Hill sheep – very pretty.

Another sign that Spring is really here is having Tony and his icecream van, looking very pristine, back on Surprise View on Whinlatter – the best ice cream there is!

I have been promising myself for ages to go to the Henry Iddon exhibition at the Keswick Museum  and I finally made it today! Henry Iddon has done a series of photographs, many of them of climbers using the Abraham brothers Instanto camera. It is a fabulous exhibition, beautiful photographs and the actual camera is on display. I knew it was large and cumbersome but I was still surprised by how big it actually is. How the Abraham brothers got it up onto the climbs is almost beyond belief. There was also a small room with short films (and a snoozing old lady – not me!) One of the films was of the Abrahams brothers climbing Napes Needle, incredible footage. Apparently when they started climbing they used their mother’s washing line – and there’s a photo to prove it. The exhibition is on until mid May – well worth a visit.

Another fascinating ‘must see’ exhibition is ‘The Word-Hoard, Love letters to our land’ at Wordsworth House in Cockermouth. This is an exhibition of photographs by John and Rosamund Macfarlane, curated by their son, Robert Macfarlane, illustrating the language that evolved to describe the world around us. Many of the photographs are of local places and as well as many old dialect words there are some amusing modern terms such as Witches’ Knickers for plastic bags caught up in trees. The exhibition is on until September.

I went on a visit to Liverpool the other week and found some sheep, superlambananas, which reminded me of last year’s Go Herdwick sculptures: as they were sheep I obviously couldn’t resist taking a picture.



The snowdrops and crocus are now giving way to daffodils which makes one feel Spring is really here. The birds’ plumage is so bright now, the yellow-hammers are amazing, and they are all singing their hearts out. However their singlemindedness at this time of year can lead to a lack of caution as they dart between hedges across the lanes oblivious to any approaching vehicles. I have recently had one or two near misses with low flying blackbirds.

I have just had my annual Visit England inspection: the inspector was very satisfied with what she saw and what I was offering to guests and I retain my Five Star status with Gold Award for all three cottages. Good to have that accolade.


At the end of February Clare and her family came to stay for a week and Poppy (aged four) declared she wanted to go to the top of Brackenthwaite Hows which she could see from the front window. She climbed all the way up, Edith (not quite two) needed a few carries. Poppy was surprised by how small Foulsyke looked and delighted to see the post van going along the lanes – just like Postman Pat! The cave in Lanthwaite Wood on the way down was an added bonus.


I seem to have been walking down to Crummock Water quite a lot lately. I particularly like going down via High Park and over the brow of the hill to Sandy Yat from where there are such lovely views towards Gable.


There are so many paths to take but particularly at this time of year it is nice to go via the churchyard with all its spring flowers so I will finish where I began.