I crossed this farmer’s field in order to get to Bassenthwaite Lake. There was a poorly marked footpath, through boggy ground and fallen trees. By the time I reached the lake, I was covered in mud and it started to rain. There’s a reason for all those lakes in Cumbria, you know.
I visited the Lake District a lot as a child from Lancashire. I regularly camped near Windermere with the Girl Guides (don’t ask!). I’ve taken the family to Bassenthwaite Lake a couple of times. It’s more peaceful in the north of Cumbria. It’s easy to take great photographs by the lake. Just be careful of the goats.
I’m still not sure if it was worth the walk to this spot, on the banks of Bassenthwaite Lake. It had rained for the past few days, and the ground was like chocolate cake. After a few dead-ends on our walk, we arrived here, just before sunset. I should have photographed my feet too.