Having eaten a delicious dinner, and cake for dessert, Best Beloved and I thought that walking a couple of miles might be a good idea. Especially since the evening was a lovely one.
We headed up the road toward Buttermere, with Crummock Water to our right and the petite valley called Rannerdale to our left. Where the narrow road meets the rocky face of the fell, we climb up, up, up Rannerdale Hause.
‘A Dictionary of Lake District Place Names’ by Diana Whaley says that, “Hause comes from Old Norse hals meaning ‘a neck of land.” And so it is, as Rannerdale Hause stretches forth toward Crummock Water from knobbly Rannerdale Knotts.
Walking up Rannerdale Hause takes you not-quite-halfway to the peak of Rannerdale Knotts. (Can you spot the Herdwick in the photo?)
It still amazes me that we get to live here.
I was so busy enjoying the views that I didn’t realize that BB had moved ahead!
Once you get to the top of the Hause, the walk is easy. Not what I would call ‘accessible’, though.
Even in the height of summer, evenings are fairly quiet. Keep your eyes peeled for the occasional herdy friend.
And don’t forget to turn around once in a while. You wouldn’t want to miss something like the sun skimming the top of Melbreak.
Which meant its light travelled right along Crummock Water toward Buttermere. It was lovely and warm, and the midges weren’t too bad.
We made it down to the road.
I enjoyed the contrast between the dark trunks of these tall pines and the sun-kissed field in front of Wood House.
BB had found a spot to sit and think.
I found my own spot to do just the same.
Then I put away my phone camera and spent the walk back home holding hands with BB and soaking in the evening.
Time to just ‘be’ for a while.