Journey To Ullswater
Ullswater lies in the northwest of England, amidst the charm of
Lake District National Park. Renowned for its stunning natural
beauty, the Lake District has inspired many a young poet and
artist. But in the eyes of many, Ullswater is the jewel in the
crown.
My journey began on the shores of Lake Windermere, England's
biggest expanse of water. Winter was merging into spring and a
crisp breeze ran across the shoreline. A distinct smell of
dinner drifted from the restaurant built over the water. The
building appeared to float and gave a duck's eye view of the
lake. Seagulls bellowed overhead, their songs reverberating
around the town.
"Boat hire?" queried an elderly gentleman, his appearance
befitting that of an old sea dog. His weathered skin bore
testament to a lifetime's exposure to the elements. He had
obviously had a good life. "Not today thanks," I replied and
headed for my car.
I headed north along the A592; the steep incline almost slowed
my car to a standstill. As the landscape unfolded before me, a
huge valley opened up to my right. The land gave way and sank to
the valley floor before gaining momentum and stretching way up
to the mountain peaks on the other side.
The road continued to an outpost known as Kirkstone Pass. The
remotest of public houses offered an opportunity to park the car
and absorb the scenery. Facing southwest, the land descended
almost to the horizon before eventually levelling out. In the
distance lay the elegant Rydal Water surrounded by rolling green
hills. Shadows raced across the land as the sun burrowed behind
the clouds. All was tranquil.
Following a leisurely decline, the road continued to the sleepy
village of Patterdale. The postman went about his daily rounds;
bread was cooking in the baker's oven. Everything moved at its
own gentle pace.
The road snaked out of Patterdale and observed the summit of
Place Fell. As the route arched its way to the right, the
south-western tip of Ullswater emerged from behind the trees and
commanded full attention. Across the water, land seemed to bank
almost vertically, concealing the sun and casting a broad shadow
beyond the facing shoreline.
I stood alone on the shore; water gently rippled against my
feet. Complete solitude embraced me and administered an inner
calm. I felt at home here, as one with the land. It seemed a
pity to leave.