Reaching Rosthwaite, we sat in a cafe garden amongst September flowers having tea and watching swallows skim the pastures, looking north into Borrowdale. Above rose the heather fell of Joppelty How and hidden beyond is Watendlath where I walked with my parents when I was thirteen and reading The Herries Chronicles and swept up in the romantic tales. Borrowdale, Rosthwaite and Watendlath are at the heart of the saga.
After tea, we caught an open-top bus back to Keswick. We were swept along as if we were up in the canopy, looking down on the River Derwent. A beautiful September late afternoon became colder and colder on the open-top bus as the sun dipped down behind the fells.
Thanks to Margaret and Dennis for a great day