Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Day 8 Christmas Day : Grasmere

Christmas Day was so different to our usual Christmases. 

Everything was closed today obviously except for the odd pub and hotel restaurant. So we decided to have a relaxed day. The plan was to do some walking but we woke up to rain and it rained and rained. The river in front of the house even flooded over the footpaths, though by Boxing Day it had subsided. 

We had a light breakfast (including Christmas mince pies!) at the house and then took a drive towards Keswick, though we turned around about half way as the rain was pouring down. Leon then made a Christmas lunch. 

It took over 3 hours to make the lunch as we had the tiniest single oven to cook in! A little juggling, but he managed a roast chicken with stuffing, roast beef, roast potatoes, roasted vegetables and gravy and even a starter of little mushroom Wellingtons (pies). Not too bad! 

After lunch we relaxed at the cottage and swatched tv. A nice break actually after all the traveling.

 
We even had Christmas crackers which I bought on sale in Chester at less 50% at M&S!

 
Driveway to our cottage.

Some more pics of our cottage....
 
Our bird feeder. We had 2 large jars of nuts to replenish the bird feeder with. It was a very busy spot in the garden! 

Our resident woodpecker. Not a great photo but I couldn’t get close enough to take a photo, so had to resort to zoom and the light was so bad outside.

  
We had four sheep visit. 

I googled why the sheep have colored markings.... They are marked according to the farm they belong to. This has been done for centuries. There is a formal register kept of the various markings (different colours, different combinations of colour, and where on the wool the sheep are marked). The sheep tend to graze in their own area, the mothers teach their babies not to wander. If they do, the other farmer can contact the owner and the sheep are sent back where they belong. They seem to behave a little like mountain goats, they are called Herdwick sheep and are farmed for their wool throughout Cumbria. They find it easy to roam the cells of the Lake District.

  

Behind our house - the White Moss walks start alongside the house and up the mountain behind it.










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