If you are able to travel to the Keswick Mountain Festival next year – Do it!
The Keswick Mountain Festival (KMF) is the UK’s largest Mountain Festival – a heady mix of sport, music, food and fun held on the shore of Derwent Water, in what must be one of the most beautiful festival spots in all of England.
Sporty and On-the-way-to-sporty types will have lots to enjoy – taster events and challenging races on foot, bike and water are available to adults and young ‘uns. There are also exhibitors, food stalls, a roster of impressive speakers, a mix of live music, and the chance to enjoy the surrounding countryside.
This was my first KMT, my Best Beloved’s second. (He’s Sporty; I’m just beginning the journey to rediscover my sportiness.) We went as a sort-of-a date. So it was primarily dinner and a concert for us – we’ve a fondness for fiddle, whistle and pipes, and the setting is perfect for such.
Among the offerings, we chose to share a pizza from Woody’s Rustic Pizza. What a fun lot of people, and they make delicious flame-kissed, thin crusted pizza pies!
And they kindly let me get a close up of their mobile wood-fired oven in action.
One apology, though. We practically inhaled our Marguerita pizza – so no photos of it.
Our second share was a Chakalaka Chicken Wrap from Safari, specializing in South African fare. Why? Equal parts food description and how much fun we had saying ‘Chakalaka Chicken’.
And then we needed a drink. BB went the Taylor’s tent for a beer, I opted for a Yorkshire Tea from the fun folks at Oatopia.
We just had enough time for dessert before the Peatbog Faeries arrived onstage. With the sent of deep-fried dough in the air, it was inevitable…
These convivial folk were entertaining and served up some seriously tasty churros.
Oh. My. Word. These were so good.
At that point, we two stuffed people were joined by three lovely family/friends and a jolly lab named Poppy.
Poppy tugged her person up the top of the hill when the band came on, but the remaining four of us joined the jolly crowd to soak in some celtic-infused music and maybe dance a wee jig or two.
Our quick dip into the KMF was much enjoyed by both of us, and we hope to enjoy a bit more of what’s on offer next year. They’ve not announced the dates for 2018, but I’ll give a shout out when they do.
So… Mel Robbins’ Five Second Rule keeps showing up in my feed. Has to be for a reason.
I can take a hint… Time to leap into the unknown.
Here it bloomin’ goes.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1:
See that four-year old little girl? That’s me. By that age, we’d moved several times and were back in my father’s home state of South Carolina. Dad had joined the United States Air Force straight out of high school, and he met my mother when he was stationed in England. They married and out I popped just before my folks were sent to a base in Germany.
We moved a lot; we managed. I was shy. A lovely sister joined us when I was seven. She was not shy. We moved within the US. The moving slowed down, we moved to England. Suffolk, to be exact. I was a little less shy. Dad retired in 1984 and we moved stateside. I’ve always love both England and America (especially the South), their cultures and landscape and people. Hopefully, I have inherited some of the best traits of both!
In all that moving, my juvenile roots didn’t go deep. I never really knew either my paternal or maternal families very well. Friends came and went. (In gardening terms, my roots were just spinning around my little container, pot-bound.)
In quick order followed HS Graduation (30 years and one day ago), move to University and subsequent graduation, Marriage exactly one week later, two moves and Parenthood, five moves later…
Our unit of three, a container garden if you will, stayed in one place long enough to break out and entangle our roots with those around us. We were watered by southern hospitality, and fed by several loving communities of faith and by friendships.
When our only child graduated from university, my Best Beloved and I found ourselves looking at the next phase and feeling a pull towards England. An opportunity to move there presented itself, so we sold up the farm (literally) and moved across the Atlantic Ocean. We are now living in a part of the UK far from any of our previous homes.
We’ve lived in our rented accommodation for eighteen months. It’s a lovely home in an amazing setting. I’ve grown to love it, and to find it both a balm and an inspiration. Tentative roots have gone into the garden, the community and the entire region.
I’d like to share my journey in this beautiful place. Please join me as I explore Cumbria and the Lake District. I’ll welcome you into my kitchen and garden (even if those locations change, sadly). We’ll become rooted in a new way in this (sometimes scary, sometimes heartwarming) place called the internet.