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It was such a nice afternoon that I deferred cutting the grass,

in favour of a trip to Buttermere,

even though the lawn was long enough and dry enough

and really needed cutting.

A walk along the lakeside and back,

then buy some Buttermere free range eggs

and milk to bring home,

will be a much more agreeable option.

Join myself and Ann on a walk through the gate

and down to the lakeside this fine evening.

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It is a warm evening as we set off from Syke Farm towards the lake.

The path skirts the fields, after a few steps around a rocky outcrop.

This section of the lakeside path is open again now it is summer.

It is a permissive path, closed in the spring to allow the sandpipers to breed on the gravel beaches.

A solo tree stands out against a backdrop of High Snockrigg and Robinson.

The lake had an immediate attraction for Dylan and Harry . . . that dog really is smiling !



Surviving against the odds.	Distant Haystacks through the trees.

The view is clearer from the water's edge.

The classic fells of Fleetwith Pike, Brandreth, Haystacks and High Crag surround the upper reaches of Buttermere.

"Though shalt not pass" . . . if you are a sheep.

In the 'wide open-spaces' of the meadow . . . not toadstools but . . . field much-room.

The old Dalegarth boat landing . . . the steps and short jetty are in a poor state of repair.

Just beyond is the entrance to the tunnel . . . our planned turn around point this evening.

	- - - o o o - - - The weather and the views entice us through the tunnel to see if we can get a clear view of Haystacks from beyond. The tunnel was repaired some years back hence the girders in the ceiling. Dylan leads the way . . . or should I say he comes back to find why we're being so slow. - - - o o o - - -

- - - o o o - - - Despite several attempts I couldn't get that clear view I wanted without launching myself over the edge to the rocks below the path. Time and tide are against me so I retreat back through the tunnel Harry and Dylan await as does Ann . . . you can just see her walking pole. Time to be heading home as neither us or the dogs have had our evening meal yet. - - - o o o - - -

Back across the 'mushroom' meadow.

A female mallard swims lazily away from the shore.

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This will have to do for my photo of Haystacks this evening,

but if you are into peak-bagging,

there's a brief glimpse of Green Gable behind.

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The sunny and warm weather has brought out the summer flies.

and there were several large columns of these small insects.

If they were midges then they must have all been male

as none of them made any attempt to bite us

even when we passed directly through the swarm.

Don't breath in too deeply though

or you'll get them in your mouth !

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Nearly back at Buttermere Village.

The sun has closed the shutter down on the camera and it looks darker than it actually was.

That's better . . . ahead is Grasmoor and Whiteless Pike . . . the cars are those parked up at the church.

Ten past seven now and the cafe is closed of course.

Life goes on though . . . as Les has just finished milking the cows for the evening.

" After the Milking "

Supplies of the basic raw materials for Buttermere Ice cream have been replenished

and the ladies are escorted back to their field for the night.

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