Walkies

I couldn't find any dog orientated postcards for this week's Sepia Saturday theme so I'm migrated to this blog, although if it had been beards, as humorously mentioned,  I'd have been quids in because my Victorian family ancestors sported a fine array.

Unlike my father who was always clean shaven. Here he is on a Sunday in May 1970 taking a break by sitting on a cairn above Easdale Tarn with Shandy the dog.  Sunday walks were often taken with his and my mother's friends Chris and Hilda whose pet was Shandy. Even if they did not know what day it was the dog always did for on Sunday mornings at their home he would pull down his lead and sit by the door, patiently waiting but underneath eager to go on the fells.  How did he know which day it was?

I think this photo shows well how this tarn is right in the middle of the Lake District, the hills spread out all around. The walk up to Easdale Tarn  is a popular one from the village of Grasmere, once the home of William Wordsworth, who no doubt also walked this path. It became so popular in Victorian times that there was a refreshment hut on the tarn for thirsty walkers.

This little group of walkers however had done that walk and were on their way to Codale Tarn which rests in a hollow so typical of Lakeland tarns.

      Photo courtesy of Ann Bowker at Mad About Mountains

and is the perfect place to laze by on a hot summers day.  Not by the looks of it on the June day of this photo, the misty peaks are the Langdale Pikes