#borrowdale

[khorazir]

Had an interesting encounter on the banks of the river Derwent today. The heron just walked along the path and I followed behind.

[vox-anglosphere]

Borrowdale sheep make their way along in the English morning mist

[dopescissorscashwagon]

The bracken is starting to change to a rustic colour with the first hints of autumn here in Borrowdale towards Castle Crag.

📸 by Rod Hutchinson

[rcstreetphotography]

Bowder Stone, Borrowdale. - Camp Snap Camera ©️R.Chaunce 2024

[ltwilliammowett]

The Borrowdale seal of Captain Hobson Reed, 1787        

The Borrowdale was the youngest of the three storeships of the First Fleet, which consisted of 11 ships, the other two store ships being the Fishburn and the Golden Grove. The First Fleet set sail from Portsmouth, England on Sunday 13 May 1787, under the command of Commander-in-Chief Arthur Phillip, with a total of 1 787 people on board, embarking on an epic voyage of over 13 000 miles (24 000 km), establishing the nation of Australia. On the afternoon of Friday 18 January 1788, 252 days after leaving Portsmouth, the brig HMS Supply led the rest of the fleet to Botany Bay, which had been suggested by Captain James Cook as a suitable place to establish a settlement in Australia.

Having found Botany Bay unsuitable for settlement, Commander Phillip and Second Lieutenant Philip Gidley King decided on 21 January to use three longboats to explore Port Jackson, which had been discovered by Captain Cook in 1770 while sailing past. Needless to say, they found paradise. Philip, King and their crew arrived back at Botany Bay on the evening of 23 January and spent the next day packing their belongings and preparing for the voyage to Port Jackson, which began at dawn the next morning. On 25 January, a strong south-easterly wind delayed the departure and only HMS Supply managed to get through Botany Bay. Around 7pm she dropped anchor in Sydney Cove. The rest of the fleet anchored there on the afternoon of 26 January, bringing this epic voyage to a close.

A celebration was held in the evening, with most crew members agreeing that this was the most beautiful and safest harbour in the world.

[m-j-turner-photography]

Helvellyn beyond Borrowdale - Lake District.

It's a while since I've captured an intimate landscape shot like this, as usually my wide-angle lens is glued to my camera body. After a sunrise walk up Great Gable with my friend Dale in classic winter conditions, we descended by the Plumbago Mines in the early afternoon and had an exploration of some of the excavations. Nature called just before our final descent to the car, and whilst answering to that call of nature I stood and appreciated this tremendous view towards the distant snow-capped mountain of Helvellyn. I just loved the layers of landscape dissecting the scene, especially as it created such dramatic contrasts between the warm light and freezing shadows. I have to say, it was definitely the most worthwhile toilet break I've ever had 😅 otherwise I probably wouldn't have appreciated this aspect.

[sibrownphoto-tumbl]

Early May. Climbing to High Seat from Ashness Bridge. On an icy wind, bearing with it memories of winters bite, storm clouds build over the high fells of the Skiddaw massif.

A photo from the other year on a morning out fell running. I’d taken the first launch from Keswick, to run back over the fells.

I wish I could have made this image on my large format kit, rather than my digital compact. But … it’s a bit lumpy to carry in a fellrunning pack, and in that wind a tad tricky to keep stable. Still like the image though. This is worked up on my iPad from the in camera jpg.

On the running side, one hour from Ashness landing to the top of High Seat, after a chronic illness flare* two days earlier; I was happy with that. Happier too the only rests were to check my blood glucose levels(they were okay). That storm stayed away until late evening too; which was nice. That lazy wind was nithering** though.

*chronic illness which saw me spend most of this February in hospital preparing for, and surviving, major surgery; grim but so glad we still have the NHS

** nithering is a Yorkshire dialect word for a cold that strips the heat from every part of you, that chills you to your bones

[haxanbroker]

The Wesleyan church, Grange in Borrowdale. Cumbria, July 2014.

[bard-core]

Rainy Day, Borrowdale, The Lake District, England

[emilytakesphoto]

walking

[vox-anglosphere]

The wintry fields of Borrowdale Valley awakened by the morning sun

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Stonethwaite in the heart of Borrowdale under the watchful gaze of Eagle Crag. And Rod heard his

📸 by Rod Hutchinson @lakesrhino

[illwriteyouasuicidenote]

Rainy Day, Borrowdale, The Lake District, England

[seaponyluna]

Rainy Day, Borrowdale, The Lake District, England

[timetolearnoclock]

Jaws of Borrowdale

“Ruskin’s view looks into a valley mouth called the Jaws of Borrowdale.”

April 1956

Quote taken from original text included with the image in the magazine

[haxanbroker]

Borrowdale, Cumbria, June 2014.