Old Keswickian Adventures

Even yummy in the rain, eh

Eee, Keswick.


'Tis near that place which sells the Mint Cake that tastes like toothpaste.
It has scenery, so beautiful, that it continually provokes me to do a little happy dance.
And oh, how its annual day of sun brings joy like nothing else!

I just had a gander over there for a week and had a marvellous time.

Catching up with beautiful and gingey friends

(She's from where the mint cake is made! How very exciting.)

Derwent Water is also now officially the place where Pippa has learnt to swim. She looked like a flailing weasel.

Water-pup

And once a year, for three weeks, it's the place where the Keswick Convention is held.

The Convention is a Christian organisation where lots of people (generally wearing waterproofs) come together to hear teaching on the bible, to encourage one another, and probs to do a bit of fell-walking and tea-drinking on the side and that.

This year I volunteered on the Kids Team, helping out with three and four year olds. And despite them sometimes sneezing and wiping their hands down my trousers, I massively loved spending time with them and learning more about Jesus with them. Plus, dey are sum cute little people.

John 14v6 (Amen, bruv)

As a Christian, telling people about Jesus is a pretty important thing. His death and resurrection is the most hopeful, satisfying and purpose-giving news I 'ave, so I reckon it's definitely worth a mention (or having a good ol' chat about over a brew.)

Ooh, aah

Eee, I miss the place, I do. I miss how there, it is socially acceptable to wear waterproof trousers tucked into your socks. I miss the curry sauce from the Old Keswickian chip shop. And I dearly miss dem magnificent views.



Think Pippa does too.