One of the greatest joys of traveling (even in, or perhaps even especially in the UK, as I’m not a native English speaker) are the unexpected expansions in vocabulary.
- Cairns, meres, waters, becks and tarns will be your unmoving travel companions in Cumbria. They lead the way when you are following it’s walking directions.
- You may also encounter a hidden path, plenty of kissing(!) gates, and a bit of a scramble here and there.
Before our lakeland adventure, I thought ‘a scramble’ was just a way of cooking eggs.
Now I know it means that both your legs and hands(!) will have to be employed to make it through the steeper/ more awkward spots of a walk/hike.
I was a bit intimidated by this at first, especially at our summiting of haystacks, but the views were definitely worth it.
In fact, it was the awkward scramble to the top that made the summit feel like an inner victory. It gave it meaning.
Also, as we’ve learned, the order in which you do/think/say things really makes a difference, too.
Buttermere.. and mere butter.
And you? What was the latest ‘scramble’ you had to go through to get to a (symbolic or actual) place you needed and/or wanted to be?
What did you find on the other end? What did you learn?