Today we bought a couple of “Gold” bus tickets that are good for seven days of travel in the Lake District. Then we left on our first sight-seeing tour of this incredibly green and gorgeous country.
We rode from our home in Kendal north to Keswick, an advertised 90-minute ride that took 120 minutes because of the traffic.
Many people must have seen the same weather forecast we saw, promising sun today and rain for the next five days.
So the road was crowded
and so was Keswick, with people dressed for the sun and obviously enjoying this “unusual weather for this time of year.” The usual is rain. This is just the place for Oregon kids.
I particularly wanted to see Keswick because of its fame among evangelical Christians as the site of the annual convention, an international gathering in an event that was described clear back in 1925 as “the last stronghold of British Puritanism” (I’m quoting Wikipedia here), one that promotes “biblical teaching and pious lifestyles.” The event, which started as a one-week gathering, now has expanded to three weeks. We just missed it. We also missed the annual beer festival just ahead of it in June.
I also wanted to see Keswick because of the area’s association with some of Britain’s most famous literary figures:
William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Robert Southey, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Thomas de Quincey, William Hazlitt, Hugh Walpole and Sir Walter Scott. I spent some time with these notables in my doctoral studies, so I was
eager to see their “haunts.”
We’ll return to the area. We have six more days left on our Stagecoach Bus tickets. We’ll carry our umbrellas.
Joy wants me to tell you that the bus stop is just across the street from our flat. It matters to her that you know that, since she rented the flat. When we were in Mexico I mentioned, apparently too often for her liking, that we’d be living much more humbly in England, where the prices are higher, and that Kendal was not an easy place to get to and that transportation would probably be a problem, since we aren’t driving. The bus stop, I repeat, is right across the street. Transportation is no problem at all. The flat is fine. All is good. Joy wants you to know that.