“If only we got the weather though.’
“True, British weather is so unpredictable.’
When Gordon reached Darlington they took the round about for Kirkby Stephen.
“I think we have been going faster than I thought said Gordon with a sly grin.’
“You cannot wait to get up there can you?’
“I love it up here I really do.’ I feel like an artist with a blank canvas every time I come here because it is always different.’
“I’ve never thought of the countryside like that but it is a good analogy.
They reached Kirkby Steven at nine fifteen and it wasn’t far now to Kendal. There was a car park in Buttermere and a sitting area where they could eat their lunch.’
The temperature had risen and it was now seventy degree’s. It was going to be warm today thought Tracey. Many people were out today and the obligatory car pulling a small caravan behind slowed up the traffic. Gordon Lost patience and pulled out and drove at over a hundred miles an hour in the fast lane to get away from them.
Once he’d got some distance between them and him he slowed down.’
“I take it that you do not like caravans.’
It’s not the caravans but the drivers of the cars towing them that I dislike; they change lanes so many times it becomes annoying; especially when they just pull out in front of you.’
They started to see the hills and Gordon’s mood lightened he saw the road sign for Kendal and took it then carried on. “I wonder what Ralph and Pat are doing right now said Tracey.’
Ralph will be reading the Times newspaper and trying very hard to finish the crossword. Pat will be preparing Sunday lunch I expect.’
The roads had a lot of sharp bends in them so Gordon reduced his speed. The smell of the countryside hit both their nostrils as a tractor pulling a silo was spreading it across his fields. The sound of the cattle and sheep sharpened his senses as they came to Gatesgarth farm. Gordon pulled in at the car park then quickly jumped out.
He took the rucksacks out of the boot along with the two foldable hiking sticks.
Tracey folded her lightweight coat and stuck it inside an empty compartment.
Gordon slung the two cameras around his neck after fixing the telescopic lenses.
He quickly set up the first camera on a fold away tripod then asked Tracey to get in on the shot. Tracy put her arm around Gordon’s waist and smiled as the camera on the timer flashed. He dismantled the tripod and placed it back into his rucksack. Then they headed towards the picnic area.
Time for lunch said Gordon as he unpacked the food that he’s prepared then opened the bottle of wine with a corkscrew from his Swiss army knife and poured some into two disposable cups.
Tracey took out the food she had brought along with some paper plates and serviettes.
Plastic knives and forks I’m afraid said Gordon as he served up the food.’
“You can tell that you have gone to cookery classes.’
“You make food look appetising even on paper plates.’
Tracey sampled the home made wine and nodded approval in Gordon’s direction as she chewed on a piece of chicken. “It’s amazing how a simple meal can be so satisfying when you out in the right surroundings.’
“I agree country air always gives me an appetite.’
When they had finished Gordon disposed of the rubbish and stuck the cork back in the wine and placed it back into his bag. “Right then Miss Jones are you ready for a walk.
Gordon took out his map and showed Tracey the route that they would be taking.