A still, overcast morning… the English village of Coniston not yet awake… resuming our walk on the Cumbria Way before breakfast… Kathy and I came upon a ewe and her lamb resting beside the trail. The serenity I experienced in that moment returns each time I view this picture, which is perhaps my favorite from that memorable trip.
Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is. —Thomas Szasz
In late April and early May, it is indeed easy to be green in England. There’s so much to see—curious lambs, bluebells blooming, sparkling rivers, fence stiles, country pubs, deep woods, wonderful fell views, The Lakes, ancient stone buildings, all of it seemingly divided by countless dry stone walls.
The photo gallery below barely touches on the possibilities. These were taken along the Dales Way, a fine 81-mile path from Ilkley to Bowness, on Lake Windermere. For the best information on walking in Great Britian, I recommend The Walking Englishman.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. —Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Thoreau advised us to “Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence,” and for me that is an uncomplicated choice—I’d be following a footpath in England, in May, crossing a field of bluebells hand-in-hand with my wife.
We’ve hiked there twice so far, strolling and (often) dawdling on both the Dales Way and the Cumbria Way. They are, of course, narrow and crooked in places, but there’s a blunt ruggedness, too, and emotions ranging from exuberance to remote loneliness. And they are wonderful places to find yourself.