Coniston Water

Time is getting short now for our weekends at Bay View.  The season closes on 1st November so we are doing our best to make the most of the time we have left.  With that in mind last Friday night Caroline, Charlie, George and I loaded up the car and zoomed off up the motorway to spend the weekend in our little bolt hole.

For Saturday’s entertainment Caroline suggested a trip up to Coniston Water.  It being a superb suggestion I agreed without hesitation knowing that we were in for a good day.

It’s a gorgeous drive from Bay View up to Coniston and takes about 50 minutes.  Not too far at all so it wasn’t long before the lake came into view and we pulled off the road, grabbed our picnic and scrambled down the banking to the lake shore.

George climbed up high to eat.

 

Charlie perched  on a rock like a cute little pixie while he ate his snack.

It wasn’t long though before he climbed up and joined George on his perch.

The weather had that lovely crispy autumn feel. The boys played with whatever came to hand while ..

.. Caroline took some pics with her iPhone...

..including this one of me taking one of her.  I was very amused as you can see.

George and his aunty Caroline enjoyed a little chat.

Soon after, we drove further up the lake to the main touristy part of the lake shore. 

There’s a cafe here, boats and canoes for hire and cruisers to take you up and down the lake.

Here’s the steamer setting off on a tour of the lake.  The sky looks ever so dark and foreboding but it wasn’t like that for very long.  It really was a nice day.

There is nowhere in the Lake District that isn’t beautiful and there is no season when it isn’t a joy to be there but autumn has a magic all it’s own and I love it.  The image above was taken by Caroline.  Beautiful.  No other word for it.

George was the first to get his feet wet. 

The boys had a whale of a time in and amongst ..

.. and up the trees which surround the lake.

Turn your back to the lake, peer through the trees and there are tremendous views like this of the Cumbrian mountains.

Time was marching on by this stage but there was a little time left yet for more fun on the water and wet feet.

Yep, despite the helping hand and the stick to steady him, Charlie’s right foot got wet through.  The other one just got wet!  Then it really was time for home.

One last pic before I go.  Isn’t that a whopper?!!

Counting my blessings,