Wasdale's Nether Regions (April 11th 2007)

Yet another wrinkly stroll (probably for the Screature) which took us to a pub for lunch. How unusual is that?

We parked up by Wastwater and strolled away from utopia, I told Io there was probably going to be a pub involved but she was sure we'd be going up a giant by a sneaky route. She's a half full sort of puppy. (That's half-full of brain not a half full glass, optimistic type!)

Io trying to catch her lunch!! You should see the on that got away.

There were lots of interesting whiffs to be found and sure enough we ended up in Nether Wasdale, home of two pubs, one of which has a micro brewery. Sadly for the H.ster the Strands hotel, home of the Strands Micro, wasn't open! So we had to decamp to the Screes Inn instead (a difficult trek - just across the road!).



We had lunch (or they did, and we got titbits again) and they had some second choice beer. Yates once again!

Io and The Screature contemplate the wisdom of dropping their pooh-sticks on the downstream side of the bridge!

The stroll back was much better. We had the giants in sight all the way back and we found the outfall of Wastwater which was dead picturesque. There were lots of seats along the path, designed for wrinklies, no doubt, but even we sat and watched the clouds roll across Yewbarrow and Great Gable for ages. (Well, it seemed like ages to us!)

Eat your heart out Heaton Cooper.

Wastwater was pretty cold, but great for a quick splash about. There were even some hewming sprogs having a paddle and swim - sometimes they do the silliest things. (It was a very warm day for April, really.)

Yet again it was another wrinkly doddly stroll. Has the H.ster's heart condition finally caught up with him? There may be a revolt on the cards...

Mean, moody and magnificent and that's not the scenery I'm talking about.