Silence is one of the pleasures of the hills. There was a little wind, a little breeze, and when it stopped here it was silent. I stood at various moments for photography, video, and the views. I started walking again and enjoyed the lovely squeaky crunch breaking the silence. After this trip I made a decision. At least once in winter, possibly twice, make the effort to enjoy the cold and the snow. That means budget for it because I don’t like the idea of camping. I did stay at a camp site a few years ago, in this area actually at nearby Borrowdale. I won’t preclude that as a possibility but a warm comfortable bed and someone cooking me good breakfast is more pleasant. I prefer staying at Borrowdale rather than Keswick. The country silence in the evening is part of the enjoyment. This trip however was last moment. I booked a bed then left at around mid-day. I might have found a place in Borrowdale but it was more complex and unsure.

One advantage of Keswick is the food choice. There’s a decent Indian, a Thai, Chinese, and several pubs. A large supermarket with take away salads and Quorn. In Borrowdale there’s an over priced pub I avoid at Stonethwaite and another at Rosthwaite. There used to be a little restaurant at Seatoller but open only for the summer season. I had two curries in Keswick from the same place. Now I’m going to change tenor. The phenomenology of what’s called the sublime is far more than a post Victorian or Romantic construct. The fact that it is phenomenological tells you this. It is however surrounded by the prosaic context of the banal. When I say banal, I mean the facts of everyday living which appear to define us.

 

Maiden Moor Moment

Monday February 23, 2015