The spring weather is beautiful this year and with an offer
of a lift to the far end of Loweswater
I had the chance of an extended linear walk through the woods
to home.
No particular time limit, so I'll see where my feet take me.
I've had an early lunch at home so no particular rush to get
back either.

It's Spring so I'd better show you some spring lambs before
they grow any bigger.
The further you come up the valley the later the lambing date
gets, such that on the hill farms often they delay lambing till
April.

These Texel lambs from lowland fields happen to be in the field
next to the road on the way back from town.
The numbers identify the lambs with their mums and also keep
some sort of a total of successful breeding ewes.
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Today's
walk started at the other phone box in Loweswater .
. . the silver one. |
My path would cross
to Hudson Place and then follow the other side of the
lake. |

The new bridge over Dub Beck with it's two rather
stiff gates.

The climb up the track to Hudson Place . . .
the camera's level, its the land and fence which are sloping.
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Hudson Place
often has sculptures on show, this time they've "whistled
up" a new one. |
Up to the farm and then
down to the lake via a small lane. |
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Lesser Celandine
heralds the arrival of spring in the lane. |
Through the last gate
and out onto the lakeside meadow. |
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We'll keep
things simple and head back directly through the woods. |
On the side turn I notice some of the flowers we
planted which have survived and are growing well.
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This discovery and the fine weather of course,
prompted me to change plans and abandon the "direct path"
through the woods.
I walked up the track towards the waterfalls
and found the trees we also planted last
March
The cold winter weather and the slow growing
nature of the young trees meant that there were very few leaves
showing on the saplings yet.

The road continues on up to Holme Force Waterfall,
with limited water at present due to the dry spring.
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However
you could see the falls as they cascaded down from on
high. |
The woods were full
of birdsong, as identified by my "Merlin"
App. |
If your phone is suitable, download Merlin from
the App Store.
When you press the button it listens to the
sounds and lists those it can recognise . . . a great little
asset.

Beyond the falls, the woodland track climbs
to the new clearing with its views across to Low Fell, Whiteside
and Grasmoor.

My next objective had become the planting area
that we had worked on earlier this year,
so this meant dropping a level, or was it two
levels, to a lower forest track.

Leaving Holme Wood and looking down on Waterend
and Loweswater.
Darling Fell is the new summit on the left.

The picnic table is still here, but the National
Trust haven't yet announced the 'easy access' path to it.
The forest track needs a slight surface leveling
and then it will be "electric wheelchair" friendly.

Looking up at the Eye of the Pheasant and the
recent planting I played a small part in establishing.

The track just outside the woodland fence brought
me to the tip of the pheasant's beak.

From here there was a great view out over the
Loweswater Valley.

Soon after the final gate, the path met up with
the Coffin Road and headed off in the direction of High Nook
Tarn.
You can just see the tarn as a dark, horizontal
line under Gavel's Black Crags.

The path circles round the head of the valley
and now the distant Whinlatter Fells are at the centre of my
view ahead.

Below High Nook Tarn is . . . High Nook Farm
. . . logical Mr Spok.

An old field oak that has seen better days.

The farm track heads down to Maggie's Bridge,
but before I cross the bridge on the old grass track
I can see the dark green outline of the pheasant
shape and the eye patch we all worked on in early
March

Not too many folk at the Maggie's Bridge car
park today considering it's mid afternoon.
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The lane
up from the car park is sprouting with 'Jack o'the Hedge'
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. . . and bright yellow
primrose flowers. |

The sound of heavy equipment in the field
in front of Foulsyke drew me on another slight diversion from
the straight route home.

The view up Crummock and the Buttermere Valley
from the gate by the big house.

Now the soil has had chance to dry out slightly,
the tractors and diggers have been able to return and tidy
up.
The big ruts in the field have gone and the
waste tree cuttings are being stacked up ready to be burnt
off.

Back at base after a lovely warn, sunny, slightly
unplanned walk back from the Grange Hotel.