Once upon a time in a remote valley tucked away in the wooded Lake District fells…there lived a Red Squirrel with Attitude!
“Squirrelling Away Hard Cash” or “Red Squirrel Hooligans”!
Not far away you could see a wisp of smoke rising above the trees….this spot was squirrel pit-stop heaven! Every day without fail was a nut paradise in a squirrel feeder placed just above Crookwath cottage’s postbox.
Meanwhile there was high drama within the idyllic Fellside cottage ….”how could a cheque for several hundred pounds go missing from the post box?”…… Easy…when you are a hungry squirrel with attitude and superlative nut burbling skills!
21st of March is meant to be the first day of Spring – Not so in a high valley in the Lakeland Fells. 6 feet of Snow got dumped in our lane – the only exit to the outside world from our Remote cottage.
Togged up and looking like Nepalese Sherpas and bent against a still angry wind we surveyed the nights damage- struggling waist high it was just white and more white – “wasn’t that a cry of help” said my companion – my ears strained – a wind torn voice came shredded through the soup of snow and wind to us and there looming against a blizzard like horizon the tall figure of our farming neighbour looking like Father Time with a great long pole in his hand.
“I have lost my Range Rover” he yelled above the wind. “It’s got to be here somewhere” he said as he desperately prodding the avalanche filled road.
“Come home and have some warm ginger wine by our fire” I said “I am sure your Range Rover won’t be going anywhere in a hurry,”
A traditional Lakeland stone cottage set high up in the fells above Ullswater. The ultimate peaceful place for complete stillness and silence.
Only the sounds of nature to nurture your soul set 350 meters above Matterdale in the very remote valley of Dowthwaite in the heart of the Lake District National Park.
Stunning views all around… walk directly onto the fells and leave the car behind for the week.
Picture filled cottage by local artist and owner, Gina, the warmth of the Aga and smell of newly cut flowers all await your secluded holiday at the end of this cul de sac.