7:50 on Saturday morning, and I felt a wet nose and even bigger snout nudging my right arm. Time to wake up, Mummy! It was Zack – he wanted to go out. I ignored him for all of 2 minutes but the nudges did not stop. As the only way I could get some peace was to get out of bed, I gave in. Hubby was just putting the finishing touches to the breakfast tables in preparation for this morning’s meal. Zack, rascal that he is, realised that he had to wait for Hubby, and thus his walk anyway . . . and so he lay down to get a few minutes more shut-eye!
I wished I could have done the same, and indeed did try. But then I was so afraid of oversleeping that it did not work at all. Thus it was a matter of quickly getting dressed and ready for breakfast service in the dining room. Our kitchen, conveniently located next to the dining room, overlooks Brantfell, the hill on which our Bowness B&B, Blenheim Lodge, is snuggled against. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed bright sunshine dispersing like jewelled strands through translucent mist, such that one felt that the fell was a mysterious place, undiscovered by modern man and only known to the flora and fauna that live there and ancient races of old.
The kitchen is on the ground floor and the view, I was sure, would be different from that of the first floor’s. I was right. Here, sheltered slightly by 19th century buildings of Victorian vintage, the mist was less contained – but when I looked beyond the immediate vicinity, I could see skeletal forms of trees standing sentry on the fell.
The next time I took a good look outside again was when I was saying goodbye to a couple at our front door. I saw a sight I had never seen before: Windermere and the mountains looking NOTHING like what they are. Our guests, who have been to this area many times, had NEVER seen such a sight either. As the three of us stood on the porch and snapped madly at this amazing vista, we found ourselves marvelling at the exquisite splendour of the Lake District’s scenery once again.
With the washing up done, it was time to clean and make the rooms. We have a room called The Dalesway which overlooks its namesake footpath, The Dales Way. By this time, the mist had burned off somewhat and instead there was morning sunshine being shone, diffused like a spotlight, upon the fell.
The changing atmospheric conditions before my eyes continued apace when I entered one of our 1st floor Lake-facing rooms to take a look. Here, I could see the inversion reducing slowly but surely to a ribbon of mist above the yachts moored on the opposite shore. In the distance, the clouds had drifted above snow-capped mountain tops.
Time to go downstairs just to see what was happening. On the ground floor, the inversion still sat upon Windermere, but the mist had burned off higher up in the atmosphere.
Only a little later, and I would see yachts sailing upon Windermere, with no trace of that spectacular inversion that had made my morning so special. The early morning snow capping the fells seems also to have melted.
I hope you have enjoyed looking at these photos. Why not come and share this incredibly kaleidoscopic beauty of the Lakes with us? Stay at Blenheim Lodge and take advantage of our Special Offers this Spring. And if you have time over May Bank Holiday long weekend, why not give yourselves a little longer break at great prices?
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