Mystic Windermere

Behold her, single in the field,

Yon solitary Highland Lass!

Reaping and singing by herself;

Stop here, or gently pass!

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,

And sings a melancholy strain;

O listen! For the Vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

……………………..William Wordsworth

I generally start my travelogues with little poems from my imaginative kitty, but this one is surely different and has every reason to start the way it has. The maestro of words, has set the temperament of my narrative.

This post is the fourth one, of my UK travel series and undoubtedly covers one of England’s most beautiful travel destinations, the Lake District.

On the way to Windermere

The mesmerizing landscape of the Lake District, is a beauty that remains with you. The captivating mountain terrain, forestland and clouds playing hide and seek, tell you that you are about the reach the splendor of the Lakes. It is said, that the weather is little unpredictable there and hence best time to enjoy Lake Side is the summers. But my rendezvous with the mystic lands was in winter, yet was particularly stunning, because the Sun God decided to be too generous and bestow us with the warmth and glory of his rays.

The sleeping giants

It was a long drive of 3 hours by road from Eaglescliffe, but a beautiful one. The greens pastures got greener, the blue meadows got deeper and some mountains peeped up like sleeping monsters. The grazing cattle, the unsaid melancholy of the beautiful morning reminded us of Wordsworth, until we landed in the village where he actually stayed for a long time in his life. Now you know, why I started my post with the ‘The solitary reaper’.


We had hired a cab (The Royal Cabs) for our trip, but the driver seemed grossly unaware of the route, which increased our time of travel. But as they say, there is some good hidden in everything. Our driver’s lack of knowledge took us to the beautiful little hamlet called ‘Ambleside’ where William Wordsworth stayed for a good number of years, and the surroundings of the village had inspired many creative makings from him. We were fortunate to have touched those grounds.


Our main destination was Windermere, which is the largest natural lake in England, 14.73 sq. km. The turquoise blue water and the floating yachts, the majestic swans and ducks and of course the warm sun, it was an unexpected perfect day to visit the lakeside, given to the fact that it was end of December.

How we traveled?

We had hired a car for our trip. It took us more than 3 hours to reach but the landscape was incredible. We had asked the chauffeur to wait and then returned in the same car. However cab fares are high in UK and this trip cost us ~240 pounds. We didn’t know of any railway option, at least not from our place of stay which was Eaglescliffe.


What to see or do?

This place is for savoring natural beauty and getting drenched in dew drops. People go the Lake Side district to enjoy Mother Nature and have laid back time. This is heaven for trekkers and people who enjoy walking miles aimlessly. If you have time do not miss the cruise and indulge.

Some places are like the imagination of a painter, Windermere is one such. Words cannot do justice to its enigma.

The meadows, birds, greens and the dominating patch of blue would definitely intimidate you and force you to say

“The blue reckons me with all its might

I stand unarmed to resist

My soul is filled with its mysterious charm

And all my vulnerabilities have perished”

.................................By Aritra



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