Last Sunday my friend Anne and I took a bus trip to the Lake District to see the autumnal colours. It was a beautiful day, warm, sunny and good company.
That was until we got to our lunch stop at Grasmere when a great big cloud came down the mountainside and hung over the village.
Grasmere is a pretty village, very touristy though and dedicated to the poet William Wordsworth who had a cottage on the edge of the village.
There is a small park dedicated to daffodils where the paving around it is made up of plaques with names on them. Didn't have a chance to find out anything about them.
Sarah Nelson's shop of the famous gingerbread. Didn't buy any as I must be the only person who doesn't like ginger.
The trees are beginning to turn to their autumnal colours but I think if we had gone this weekend instead of last weekend the colours would have been much brighter. They were still mainly green.
Naturally as soon as we left Grasmere and were back on the coach the day returned to its sunny self.
We stopped for afternoon tea just outside of Kirby Stephen at a pub I can't remember the name of. It was something like The Woolly Ram' but don't hold me to it. It had begun to get cold again by this time so it was with delight we managed to find a seat in the bar where the fire was blazing.