Having some months previously planned a short trip to the lakes for last weekend with some like minded photography friends, we found ourselves a trifle disappointed that the weather was not going to be as glorious as the previous weekend.
Knowing the typical English weather as we do then we held out hope that the forecast would be wrong and we'd be treated to a full weekend of great weather to enjoy our passion.
We stayed overnight at a hotel on the banks of Derwent Water and tempting as it was to spend all evening sampling the vast array of single malts we all dutifully trotted off to bed early doors with the intention of arising early to catch the sunrise as it arose over Derwent Water. Having already consulted my photographer's ephemeris and chosen a prime spot for a sunrise, all that was needed then was a little luck in the weather department.
We arose the next morning full of anticipation as to what the weather was actually like. We ventured out with trepidation to find the forecast had unfortunately been correct, the sky was leaden with plenty of dampness in the air. Not one to be disheartened we set off to our chosen vantage spot and waited for the sunrise, hoping all the time the sky would break.
Sunrise came and went with not a shot taken and to make matters worse the rain started, not heavy but the fine light variety, the stuff that makes you wet! To ensure I didn't go back to the hotel potless I rattled off a few shots of some sailing boats and a couple of damp jetties before heading back to the hotel to drown my sorrows with hot coffee and a hearty breakfast.
A couple of hours later after being fed and watered we'd made a plan and were going to venture south to visit Grasmere and Rydal Water, hoping we'd encounter more favourable conditions. We set off in the car leaving Derwent Water behind us and en route passed the magnificent Thirlmere. As we looked at the lake through the windscreen with the wipers clearing our view our morale was low and Thirlmere would have to keep for another adventure.
We arrived at Grasmere and had a little drive through the picturesque village and although damp it still oozed charm. The poet William Wordsworth, lived in Grasmere for 14 years and described it as "the loveliest spot that man hath ever found". Bearing his words in mind we carried on towards the lake and hoped our fortunes would turn.
Arriving at the lake we left the car and ventured out and started walking along the lakeside. Before too long we were blown away with the beauty, so much so that all though the rain was still falling we couldn't resist a few shots. After a while the rain had abated and we was treated to some calm, near dry weather and luckily for us about the time we encountered a deserted pebbly beach area at the south end of the lake. Instantly we could see there were shots to be had here so we all setup and got our fill. Although the location was perfect and the rain had stopped the sky was rather flat so we decided to stop here again later when we returned to the car.
We left Grasmere and entered a wooded area and onto a path heading towards Rydal Water. We followed the river through the trees and ultimately ended up walking alongside the road with Rydal Water to our right. Unfortunately the rain had started again but a fortuitous grey heron was spotted fishing with great success near the shore and we took great delight capturing this magnificent bird.
By now we were all fairly damp as we reached the far end of Rydal Water, we were at the point where we'd turn off the road and taken the path around the lake as we encountered a rather inviting hostelry called the Badger Bar. We took a quick look through the window and saw the roaring open fire and quick as you like we were all in, removing our soggy gear. We ordered drinks and enjoyed some refreshing beverages and all the time getting drier and drier. As luck would have it the drying continued outside and things were looking a little brighter, the leaden grey skies were dissipating and were being replaced with lighter clouds that at least had some definition.
We seized our chance and spent some time shooting Rydal Water which provided ample chances to get some reflection shots. Following the path back up towards Grasmere we were all taking in the beautiful scenery but I had one thing on my mind, the chance to get some decent material at the pebbly beach we found earlier. By the time we arrived, so had everyone else so although the weather had favoured us a little, we had to bide our time for a window opportunity to get some shots in when all the dogs and stone skimmers had ceased breaking the perfectly calm water.
Finally our chance came and we made full use of it and we left with some images to be proud of. Usually on any shoot, some shots work and some don't but more often than not there is always that 'one'. That one shot that when you take it you feel excited, that one shot that when you look at it on the screen you feel a tingle down your back, that one shot you hope will look good when you get home and load it into Lightroom.
This shot ticked all those boxes and irrespective of the weather we encountered this shot made the weekend for me.
The weather epitomised a typical damp weekend in the Lake District but nonetheless the beauty of the Lakes was apparent and irrespective of the weather an enjoyable weekend was had by all.