A Walk, a Memory Lapse and a Drone

Let's state the obvious right away, I forgot to document the final day of our holiday in the Lake District. My intention was to write it as soon as we got home but life got in the way and it never actually happened. I have been taken to task about it by a couple of friends so......

Our final day in the Lake District was arguably the best for weather. Taking advantage of the sunshine we headed for Brothers Water to walk round the lake. I know that it is a walk we have been on before, when Maia and Isla were younger. I have a memory (and a photo) of me standing on a rock in full Freddie Mercury pose from the cover of Queen's Made in Heaven Album. But as we approached the water through the tree-lined path, I realised that is all I had, a vague, half-memory, only retained due to an image on Google Photos. Everything else about the walk was new to me. In a small way, I had a glimpse of one possible future and the words of a song written by Amy MacDonald for her aunt came to mind "And my memory doesn't get me very far, I can't remember my name, or exactly who you are....".

Anyway, back to the present (or the recent past). We came to a camping site about 3 miles in, which to our delight had a shop that sold much needed drinks and ice cream for the wee ones. Freddie and Amelia love their ice cream and have almost mastered the art of eating one. Amelia, being older and almost a schoolgirl does better and leaves no evidence (until you want to take her sticky hand) but Freddie goes full ice cream beard as can be seen from his photo. The final mile back to the car was along a narrow, stoney and in places overgrown path which we endured as a safer alternative to walking down the busy road. Amelia loved it and christened it the Tricky Track although those walking (very slowly) behind her on the narrow, no overtaking path were less gleeful.

Grahame is a licenced drone pilot - really, it's a thing - and so we were able to capture spectacular views of the water and the nearby Kirkstone Pass, that would otherwise not have been possible. There are a lot of rules for drone pilots, which Grahame patiently summarised and I quickly forgot. Something to do with private and public land, maximum flying height, minimum distance from buildings, etc, but despite all that it seems to be great fun. Apologies if I am starting to drone on.......

Sadly the evening is lost to my aforementioned failing memory, but undoubtedly it was full of precious family moments. And I'm sure at some point there was also the obligatory rendition of Frank Sinatra's now infamous song about some city in America that was so good they named it twice.Baca lagi