Kiss-It, Sunday Morning!

Photo by Thai PeckSoon 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.Photo by Thai Peck

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.Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai Peck

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.Photo by Thai Peck

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?Photo by Thai Peck

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.Photo by Thai Peck

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.Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai Peck

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.

"O mio babbino caro..."
“O mio babbino caro…”

One more sleep then “Goodbye!” to Keswick. When the local said it sounded like “Kiss it!” to my ears.

 

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Keswick…

 

I left Edinburgh this morning covered with thick fog that from the train, lush green landscape was only visible in a few metres. Yet arriving at the Lake District early afternoon the sun shined softly and the temperature was much more comfortable, I was eager for a gentle walk down by the lakeside

The hotel is on Main Street in Keswick and my room is looking toward the back, which is much quieter even though I could not see all the activities that happen on Market Square as I did in Lymington.Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai Peck

My first wandering down to the lake was so different from the last few days walking on old cobblestone streets through ancient cities of York and Edinburgh. The afternoon sun splashed layers of lights over the undulated mountaintops as though a wash of watercolour was flowing carelessly, listening to the most soothing sound of music being played sparkled with each touch. Such beauty! I could cry…Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai Peck

Photo by Thai PeckI came to a garden so lively with colours bursting, a lovely vibration invading the tranquil atmosphere. Each flower, each shrub showed off their unique beauty. And why? A lone duck seemed sad and lonely as though waiting for her beloved who was nowhere to be seen.Photo by Thai Peck

How grateful I am for thoughts so tender that came over me helping me to appreciate this moment in time.Photo by Thai Peck

“What though the radiance which was once so bright, be not forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour, of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; grief not, rather find, strength in what remains behind. In the primal sympathy which having been must ever be, in the soothing thoughts that spring, out of Human suffering, in the faith that looks through death, in years that bring philophic mind…”

William Wordsworth

Sutton-Under-Whitestonecliffe

Sutton-Upon-Whitestonecliffe
Sutton-Under-Whitestonecliffe

On our way to the city of York, we passed by a little village with the longest name in England. “Sutton-Under-Whitestonecliffe” is between Thirsk three miles to the west of Sutton Bank, on the edge of the North York Moors. There is no village post office, no village school. Despite being on the main road to Helmsley and Scarborough, there is no public transport either. Estimated population in 2005 was 280. It is a very pretty and tranquil place to visit for a short time, but don’t think I will migrate here.

By the Sutton Bank
By the Sutton Bank

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On the way we stopped at Byland Abbey, a ruined abbey and a small village in the Ryedale district of North Yorkshire in the North York Moors National Park. In the care of English Heritage the impressive remains can still be seen, featuring the preservation of some of the brightly coloured medieval floor tiles.

The ruin of Byland Abbey
The ruin of Byland Abbey

On a nice day I could wander here for hours, today though you can see blue sky appeared behind the clouds but the wind was strong and quite chilly, my friend was eager to deliver me to York in plenty of time for her to return to Thirsk. Also I can’t wait to see York, this famous historical city I heard and read so much about.

Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai Peck

Wandering Bluebell

Photo by Thai Peck“A fine and subtle spirit dwells, in every little flower. Each one its own sweet feeling breathes, with more or less power. There is a silent eloquence in every bluebell, that fills my soften heart with bliss, that could never tell…

… ‘Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times, that never may return!’ The lovely floweret seemed to say, and thus it made me mourn…”  Anne Brontë

Wandering Still…

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After a very pleasant train trip with Grand Central Rail, the journey took a bit over two hours from London to Thirsk in North Yorkshire. The town station had no lift one had to walk up some thirty steps to get out onto the street level. Fortunately I had a friend who was there to help me with my heavy suitcase.Photo by Thai PeckFifteen minutes drive through the town of Thirsk, we passed a pretty hamlet of about twenty houses or so scattering among green hills, patches of yellow canola fields, and well-kept farmhouses. Arriving at Upsall Castle, a very impressive site standing on a hill above a picturesque lake where some Canadian geese made it their home peacefully raising their goslings.Photo by Thai Peck

The original castle from a Roman fortress which some of the walls are still standing dated back to the 13th century. Restored around the year 1800 and was burnt down in 1918 and when it was rebuilt in 192o Roman coins and artefacts were found when the workmen dug up the ground, though the pot of gold has not yet been discovered, the people are still living in “hope”.

Original castle wall
Original castle wall

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From every window one enjoyed a different angle of the beautiful scenery that spreading over the city of York in the far distance, and from the undulated green hills of The Dales crossing over the high moor of tall grass and heather, such an idyllic landscape.Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai peck

I am fortunate to be invited to stay at Upsall Castle for a few days and today I was driven to the edge around Yorkshire Dales, visiting Bolton Castle, a spectacular medieval fortress with a fascinating history where Mary, Queen of Scots was imprisoned in 1568. I hope you still enjoy wandering with me.

Bolton Castle
Bolton Castle

Oh To Be In London!

“… I wander tho’ each charter’d street, near where the charter’d Thames does flow…”    (William Blake)

Come wander with me through the last three days in London. Through city streets, parks and bridges that always managed to stir such romantic nostalgia in one’s heart…

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“… Roses, roses! Penny a bunch! they tell you, ruddy blooms of corruption, see you and smell you. Born of stale earth, fallowed with squalor and tears – North shire, south shire, none are like these, I tell you, roses of London perfumed with a thousand years…”  (Willa Sibert Cather)

Photo by Thai Peck

Photo ny Thai Peck

Photo by Thai peck

“… Earth has nothing to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by. A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning…”  (William Wordsworth 1802)

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“… Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew – Wanted to know what the river knew – Twenty bridges and twenty-two. For they were young, and the Thames was old… “

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“… Saint Paul’s Cathedral is the finest building that ever I did see; there’s nothing can be surpassed it in the city of Dundee, because it’s most magnificent to behold. With its beauty dome and spire glittering like gold…. Oh mighty city of London! You are wonderful to see. And thy beauties no doubt fill the tourist’s heart with glee…”  (William McGonagall)

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Photo by Thai Peck

Photo by Thai peck