Here I am: In homage of tarns
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.