Sunday, 6 March 2011
Other side of the fence
There are some glorious trees that, once you see them, you have to photograph. Late summer at Waterhead, near Ambleside, has this grand specimen. It is the perfect view of Windermere from the park.
I can imagine strolling along the jetty, an ice cream dripping in the sun, and then the delightful walk back to a town that was unknown in Wordsworth's day (Stock Ghyll was there, of course, but the area hadn't developed beyond a hamlet).
When I look at the website for the Tree Year, celebrating all things tree, I could be rather envious. The tree I chose to write about is quite a baby, a plum tree. And you would be mistaken for thinking that nothing is happening to it this early in spring, while most days are damp and perishing cold.