Ullswater

We set off in wet weather gear from Low House. The permissive track down to the lake was very wet and set the standard for the walk. One of the sheep in the field shook its fleece to rid itself of rain. It was that kind of day. We soon reached the intersection with the public footpath. Low House residents also have access to an area of land next to the lake where a table and some seats have been set up. It looked an ideal spot to have a picnic. I suggested to the Kapitan and the Cabin Boy that we could come down here later in the evening. I'd bring my banjo, the Kapitan could bring his penny whistle, the Cabin Boy her kazoo, and we could have a nice little singalong. The Kapitan and the Cabin Boy didn't look too keen on the idea. There was a wonderful view across the lake to Barton Fell. Further south we could see the large, distinctive stone pillar on the top of Hallin Fell. I decided to explore the public footpath southwards first. We got to the first field and saw that the farmer had turned up on his ATV and his hound was rounding the sheep up. We didn't fancy disturbing his work and so we turned around and headed off northwards to explore the public footpath.

Another Place

The path soon delivered us to a boat yard where quite a few small boats were parked up. Beyond the boat yard we arrived at the grounds of Another Place Hotel. It looked quite an extensive and impressive establishment. There were several jetties that headed out on to the lakes, but all the boards were submerged. Some people in bath robes headed down from the hotel to the jetties for a dip in the Lake. It wasn't a cold day, but it wasn't actually warm either. Good luck to them. There was a mobile sauna parked near to the hotel and so maybe they could make use of that after their swim. A little later we heard some high-pitched screeches; a possible indication that prospective swimmers had tested the temperature of the lake. Across the lake, there seemed to be some sort of sailing competition in progress. Every so often we would hear a hooter, but it was difficult to determine whether it was the start or finish of a race, or maybe somebody was just giving random blasts for the fun of it. I noticed half a dozen paddle boarders were in the centre of the lake. Maybe they were in the race too. We continued beyond the grounds of Another Place.

Boomerang

I found a triangular piece of plastic in a field. The writing on it claimed that it was a boomerang. I threw it into the wind. I suppose it did turn around a bit, but fell to the ground well short of me. I tried it again but this turned out to be even less successful. I decided to leave it, in case its owner came back for it.

Looking at the OS map, it looked like we could get on to a footpath into Rumney's Plantation 400 metres down the A592. We managed about 200 metres along the road before admitting defeat. There wasn't much verge and it was getting dangerous with the traffic. We headed back. 

I had another go with the boomerang on the way back but my attempts seemed to be getting worse. I gave up. Clouds of rain were now drifting down the lake and so we decided to go directly back to Low House. 

It had been a soggy and boggy affair, but at least we had stretched our legs. It was nice to get a view from the west bank of Ullswater in area that I'd not visited before. All I needed to do now was tune up my banjo.