Which is your favourite Beatrix Potter character? I’m assuming here that you have one.
I’ve adored her books, filled with beautiful pictures, delightful stories and idyllic settings, ever since I could first open a book.
I desperately wanted to write, and more importantly, draw like her as I grew up. I wonder how many book illustrators cite her as their inspiration.
My children were brought up on her tales, so it was a complete joy to take them to her house, Hill Top Farm in Sawrey, last week. Just as I did around their age.
The children humoured me well. Each room had one of her books, open at the page with an illustration inspired by the room, or furniture within it. They enjoyed spotting each one. They examined the contents of each room. Calling each other over, so siblings didn’t miss out.
The garden is smaller than I remember, but the children still enjoyed investigating every corner. They even did the children’s trail.
And I relived my childhood. (Yes, we did go to the Pencil Museum later in the week. Amused to notice that the pencil set I came away with last time, is now an exhibit. Hmm. Been some time then.)
I love that Beatrix Potter wanted Hill Top Farm left as she had lived in it. Not a museum or theme park. No Peter Rabbits popping out of holes, or squirrel Nutkins shinning down the trees. Unspoilt. Left so that others can experience her inspirations. Just as she would have done.
Ah. Who is my favourite Beatrix Potter character? How kind of you to ask. Hmm. Tough one. I do have a soft spot for both Hunca-Munca and Pigland Bland, but I’ll opt for Mrs Tiggy-Winkle.
It has absolutely nothing to do with the pile of washing I’m still ploughing through from the holiday. I assure you.
“If you please’m”
I may not have followed in Beatrix Potter’s footsteps, but I still take inspiration from her characters. Needle felting a “stout short person” with a “little back nose went sniffle, sniffle, snuffle and her eyes went twinkle, twinkle”, well, it was a delight!
Here I am. At Angle Tarn. 567 metres above sea level. Sitting down and taking in the view, after quite a trek.
A tarn or mountain lake. In the Lake District. Dating back to the Ice Age.
The whole walk was 6.5 miles long. Some parts were steep. In other parts, we were thankful that people had made a stony path. Especially where the trail follows the edge of the range.
We took a few breaks on the way round. A chance to rest and re-energize (and maybe squeeze in a bit of crocheting – there is always time to craft, right?) before continuing the journey.
(spot the second child in this photo)
Not that the Tarn was the only water source. We passed a man-made reservoir lower down. Interesting contrast to the Tarn.
Quick explanation as I can’t resist taking the opportunity to widen the younger TTCs’ world knowledge. Hopefully they will amaze their teachers with their new found facts about tarns. Or at least earn a point in a classroom team quiz, someday.
Middle TimeToCraft was even inspired to write a poem.
Others preferred to explore when we stopped. I suspect they each did an extra mile.
And whatever big sister does, little brother will be determined to follow. I think this stone looks like a lizard head. Or maybe a tortoise.
The rain held off till we reached the car, but it was windy (see Pup sporting a new windswept look). And by the end, we all felt epic. The children are now determined to find more tarns. I think I’ll join them.
Part of the “Here I am” summer postcard series.
We spent last week in the Lake District. Jacob came too. On his own needlefelting mission. Fortunately, this involved walking in some of the most beautiful places. Taking in amazing views.
It didn’t involve playing in becks, but who could resist?
Too picturesque to walk passed.
Too much to investigate, like the temperature of the water and whether stones can be skimmed.
Our first walk took us to Rannerdale Knotts. A gentle walk to break us all in. Part one of Jacob’s mission completed. More on that one to follow.