Soon after breakfast, I went out for a walk. Over the rolling hill and down by the lakeside. I could not have asked for a better morning to be in nature, all was tranquil and peaceful. I realised then, I did not miss Chelsea Beach at all for the last two weeks.
Fresh gentle breeze passed over the earth like happy sigh and the birds were out noisily greeting the day. By a garden, flowers smiled cheerfully with the morning dews still glistened on the petals so delicately.
I made my way slowly up to the top of a green grassy slope encountered no human yet but half a dozen contented sheep busily grazing their breakfast.
Here I could breathe out and inhale til my lungs expanded, the sky above me immensely blue. A sweet pain gripped at my heart, I called his name out loud and I was so sure he heard me. Or was it just the sound the sheep made as if telling me to be quiet?
I would have linger up there longer by eleven o’clock, the sun was high, the morning became a lot warmer, I was glad I did not wear my warm jacket. Again I walked slowly down, carefully not to slip thus came rolling downhill; it would make quite a spectacle then.
Now, more and more people appeared: couples hands in hands, dogs on leash, dogs running, kids running, kids on restrain… Suddenly, the whole atmosphere filled with noises, laughter, shouting, talking in all different languages and different tones; some sounded flat, others musically.
As I continued walking by the lakeside looking out to the sparkling water, people and ducks went out swimming. If there was a race I think the human would have won! A group of young Indian women and men went out to a pier posing for their snapshots. First the women, showing off different angles of their bodies: arms stretched, legs bended, hair fluttered in the wind, standing, sitting and even lying on the pier for a seductive pose… I didn’t bring my sketchbook, as it could be a few quick life study sketches during the times while these people were having fun, until someone’s iPhone accidentally felt into the lake. Oh, dear, dear…!
I walked a bit further til my feet were screaming of aches and pains. Stopping by a teahouse for a quick sandwich and a cup of tea, then wandering in the square, watching buskers performing their talents.
One more sleep then “Goodbye!” to Keswick. When the local said it sounded like “Kiss it!” to my ears.