Fellbarrow, Low Fell and friends

Before we moved up here, we used to holiday in West Cumbria at Foulsyke. Undoubtedly the best holiday cottages in the Lakes. We got to know Joan who owns and lives at Foulsyke as well as Roger and Ann who live just down in the village (Loweswater). So every once in a while, we have a gathering. Today it was Joan who had the privilege of organising it, and feeding us all at the end!

 

 

Joan has the best view in the world. When we arrive and step out of the car, it's just like being on holiday all over again

Roger has planned the walk today. We drove just a little way down the road from Foulsyke to Thackthwaite and headed for the intake wall. Roger is in Blue on the left, Husband is in the middle, Joan is in white and Ann in red. Breeze you should recognise by now, Harry (Ann and Roger's retriever) is the big fluffy white one and Wattie, Joan's faithful companion is just in front of the gate.

Happy to be here

On Fellbarrow summit. Dylan, Roger and Ann's 5 month old retriever pup is on the trig point

Roger had planned a shortish walk in view of Dylan's tender age. It's a good job too with all the talking that got done. We'd have still been out at midnight otherwise! Ann and Joan take the lead, followed by Harry. Dylan brings up the rear behind the boys

On the 'other'summit of Low Fell (not the true summit but the best view). Roger,  Ann and Joan can see their houses from here. It was another glorious day and the views were outstanding.

Thanks to Joan for taking a rare family portrait as we relaxed in the warm afternoon sun

Bottom left - the large white building is Foulsyke house with the stone holiday cottages behind it and if you follow the wall that seems to start on the roof of Foulsyke - it leads you to Roger and Ann's cottage. Crummock water beyond

Breeze has another quick cuddle before we head back down to Foulsyke

Melbreak and Hencomb

And back to Foulsyke. Time to collect the cars, have a quick shower and then sit in the garden soaking up the view with a glass of Pimms, while poor Joan cooks up a delicious supper for us all.

About 4.5 miles, good company, superb food and a bit of nostalgia thrown in.