The Walk to Cockermouth

Tuesday, 1st November 2005

Poplar and chimney of The Linden Tree, Cockermouth, 4.30 pm

Heavy rain last night has turned some of the woodland paths alongside the River Derwent into small, shallow streams.

Meadowsweet, red campion and herb robert are still in flower.

HerdwickDotted on distant slopes, the sheep of Cumbria seem to sparkle a whiter white than our local sheep back in Yorkshire but there's also distinctive variety that has a grey fleece - a cool mid-grey. When I first saw these by Derwentwater yesterday, I assumed that they had been colour-marked for some process of identification or as a treatment but, no, this is their regular colour - they're the native Lakeland breed, the Herdwick.

No XVII coffee shop and delicatessen, CockermouthWith its cafés (including the No XVII coffee shop and delicatessen, left), bookshops new and secondhand, its arts and craft shops and galleries, the small market town of Cockermouth offers all we need for an afternoon's gentle browsing.

Autumn colours seem to be more popular this year and, after our journey here, taking in the colours of hedges, lanes, stone walls and woodlands, it seems as if seom of the fabrics and garments in the shop are an expression of the countryside around the town.

At the start of our walk we saw lynx, bison, llama and a white hind as we followed the track alongside Trotter's World. The native wildlife included a rabbit running for cover, as well it might, because we also saw a buzzard flying just above tree-top height.

The size and shape of the buzzard convinced me that what we saw yesterday was indeed an eagle. Next Page

Richard Bell,

bus ticket
We took the bus back to
the Castle Inn at Bassenthwaite