Notes from Nick!

Then it Rained - 17th October 2008

The rain came as I drove home in the cold grey light of dusk low cloud shrouding the high fells, the smell of open fires hanging in the late autumnal evening.

As I drove the colours erupted from around each bend flashes of red, bursts of gold and ambers as though you were watching natures very own firework spectacular. The high point of this amazing display was a resplendent vibrant vermillion sycamore contrasted against a bank of yellow from a supporting cast of other trees. Momentarily, I wonder how our own firework display in November will compare.

I stopped briefly to take in the scene regretting that for once my camera was sitting idly in the hall way at home. As I neared home the cloud had lifted slightly although the fingers of smoke from the fires of the village still appeared to have hold of it preventing it rising higher and then it rained… and rained… and rained.

This morning the clouds had given way, exhausted or bored with their efforts. The early morning winter sun had bathed the distant fells in a beautiful crisp light. We plough great furrows through pools of water on the road; testament to the clouds efforts at leaving all their contents behind.

At Langdale the whole estate was alive with birds in song. The chatter of the Blackbird’s gossip competing with Robins singing in the bright sunlight; a minute Goldcrest was bobbing and flitting around our offices. The whole scene an idyllic contrast to the previous evening and that lies the beauty of the Lake District.

Regards Nick