Friday, 2 September 2011
Another Day Out....
...and this one quite spontaneous, quite the best kind.
My son, Dominic, and his wife called and suggested I went with them to the National Trust Garden at Acorn Bank near Penrith. So I made a quick lunch for us all and then we were off.
Sadly our journey there was marred by a terrible accident on the A66, which must have occurred only minutes before we passed on the other carriageway. The sight was dreadful and it was obvious that there were fatalities. (Two people were killed and one seriously injured) This sort of occasion stays with one for days - not least because the whole world goes on as though nothing has happened. So, to some extent,
it was a very sombre afternoon.
The A66 was closed in both directions until the early hours of this morning, so we had to find an alternative way to come home. Acorn Bank gardens were lovely - peaceful, tranquil, full of sunlight - a perfect foil for our sadness. The orchard was burgeoning with fruit - apples, plums and pears. The herb garden had most unusual herbs (the big red 'berry' is a mandrake) and the herbaceous borders, although past their best, hinted at how beautiful they had been.
Then there was the watermill - a quarter of a mile away. It was a lovely old building, an overshot mill with an interesting wooden conduit, all in working order although not working when we were there. Red squirrels, otters, nuthatches were around although we didn't see any (they no doubt heard us coming.)
Then last, but by no means least, there was tea, coffee and home made cake in the walled courtyard.
We came home through the Lakes, which were particularly beautiful in the early Autumn sunlight. Dominic excelled himself by paddling up to his knees in Ullswater (some mothers do have 'em) in spite of our protests. But the views of the surrounding mountains were spectacular.
We called in to see P, who is recovering from a broken ankle, and I think we cheered him up a bit. Then it was the long drive home, with a short detour to Grange over Sands for a bag of salty, vinegary chips each - it's a long time since I had that and it was jolly good too.