Places We Have Lived #2

After having a celebratory end-of-week cuddle with all the terrifically brilliant workers (pictured one them, Di, top) of Summer Weeks we chugged out into the hills, with no real understanding of where we were headed. Being blissfully off-grid for a week left us glaringly behind on organisation for the birthday weekender that had approached (and an occasion I suspect, we were supposed to be arranging?)

"Haweswater" says Jess when we finally touch base with the real world, and with a sweeping glance on our dangerously soggy and incomplete atlas we are thrilled to see that the landing spot in question is just a few miles up the road. The light is dying a little when we pull up next to the cataclysmically beautiful and still water, with steep forests lining the banks and doubling up their appeal in the almost perfect reflections we blurt out a unanimous appreciation to Jess. We go about our candle lit evening tucked up in the end most point of the reservoir marvelling at the ever increasing silver light hoping that this is the meeting point for our pals tomorrow, as once again we are miles away from radio contact and surrounded instead by an abundance of wildlife and potentially, the only golden eagle still flapping about in the country. The light had yet to properly dim when we passed into a deliriously deep and exhausted sleep, dreaming happily of immersing beneath the cool and cleansing waters of the dark and iridescent waters that sat only meters away from our comatose carcasses.