We made the most of the sunshine yesterday, to get out for a walk in the woods.
This was our destination. Beautiful Shearwater, shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. We shed our coats for a stroll around the lake, but were very glad of them during the two mile walk through the trees.
In 1988 the lake was drained and I walked there on a similarly cold and sunny day. During much harsher winters, in the late 19th and early 20th century, the lake would freeze over and ox roasts and carnivals would be held there. My Dad remembers his Grandmother talking about these events.
I love those kind of links to the past. The thought of my Great Grandmother walking out across the lake, 100 years ago. Myself walking along the bottom, 20 odd years ago and my own children walking around the edge just yesterday. Happy Half Term.
If you’re interested in reading more about it, there is an article I came across here.