Easedale Tarn

One of our last days in the Lake District. We’d become besotted with Lucias in Grasmere. It was a dead cert to get our caffeine fix before heading out. Another cinnamon bun? Easy decision. Sausage roll for the road? Good choice.

We went on from there, crossing sodden bridges and cobbled paths. Stones so big you jump from one to the next. It was wet, but warm and crisp. Skeletons of trees overhang the path as you wind up the hill. There are great views in all directions. The air filling your lungs is pure.

As we got higher we heard the water more. Small streams flowing over and around the rocks to join the rest below. We found time to play near a waterfall before deciding it was too wet to carry on. We have Brooke to consider now, but to be honest - we were quite happy to head back.

The early descent left us enough time to visit a pub tucked away in the hill. Cosy. Warm. Dry. One of our best pints ever.