Postcard from the past: Watendlath

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4/4/89. Crossed this bridge on our walk yesterday. It wasn’t quite as snowy, but nearly. You can get coffee in the farmhouse. Have now moved on to a small guesthouse in Corris (mid-Wales) before going on to Robert’s for the weekend. See you soon. Love, Anabel & John.

It wasn’t just vintage postcards in Mum’s collection – some of them I recognised as being from us, such as the one above showing Watendlath Farm in the Lake District, and these have given me some wonderful trips down Memory Lane. Most of our print photographs are in boxes in the loft, but the album covering this holiday was in a cupboard in the study because I’d retrieved it a few years ago to write about the Glasgow Garden Festival of 1988. The fact that 1988 and 1989 are both in the same album shows how few photos we took, and many were of a quality that would have been instantly deleted on a digital camera.

John in Borrowdale

This album also allows me to identify the point at which John got rid of his beard – in summer 1988 it was there, but by April 1989 it had gone, never to return. He had been threatening for a while to shave it off, but I was worried – I had never seen him without it. What if I didn’t like his face underneath? In the end he did it without telling me, and when I first saw him I fell about laughing which was probably not the effect he had hoped for. However for the next few days, until I got used to it, I was absolutely fascinated and couldn’t stop looking at him, which I’m sure he liked much better.

But I digress – back to Watendlath. We stayed three nights in a cottage in Stonethwaite in Borrowdale. The first day was bad weather but it didn’t prevent us from climbing Red Pike, although I don’t look very happy about it.

On Red Pike
Red Pike summit

On the second day, we did the walk referred to on the postcard, a circular one which my diary notes as Stonethwaite / Rosthwaite / Watendlath (coffee at farm) / Thirlmere / Greenup Edge / Stonethwaite: I feel exhausted just reading about that now. Here are some of the more acceptable photographs, including a couple looking down on the farm in the postcard.

Looking down on Rosthwaite
Borrowdale
Looking down on Watendlath
Looking down on Watendlath
Thirlmere to Greenup Edge

We spent the next three nights in a guesthouse in Corris in mid-Wales, again with very little photographic evidence, and even less that is worth using. Here’s John on the Precipice Walk at Dolgellau and at Harlech Castle.

Precipice Walk, Dolgellau
Harlech Castle

On the Friday, we moved on to spend the weekend with Robert, a school friend of John’s who was then a junior doctor in Bangor in North Wales. The weather seems to have perked up here, and our shots of Snowdonia are much better. We also had a trip to Beaumaris Castle on Anglesey.

Y Garn, Snowdonia
Near Y Garn, Snowdonia April 1989
Tryfan
View from Y Garn
John and Robert
View from Yr Eifl
View from Yr Eifl
Snowdonia from Anglesey
Beaumaris Castle, Anglesey

Finally, my trip down Memory Lane has shown me that my memory can be faulty. This was our second visit to Wales together, but I had conflated it in my mind with an earlier holiday in 1984. I was convinced we had spent a week in Wales, bookended by visits to two of John’s friends from school – Robert in North Wales and Ted in Cardiff in South Wales, but the latter visit was on the earlier trip. Any photographs from 1984 will definitely be in the loft, and probably on slides, but Ted recently sent us the picture below which I think is the Ystradfellte Four Waterfalls Trail in the Brecon Becons. Note John’s full beard! And for the avoidance of all doubt – I was joking when I said I might not have liked his face without it …

Anabel, John and Ted
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  2. What a lovely trip down Memory Lane! Some gorgeous photos and stunning scenery. I’m so glad I have always taken a lot of photos as am sure I’d never remember half the places we’ve visited or things we’ve done otherwise. I love looking through old photos – they capture moments in time 🙂

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  4. As a regular on-off beard wearer I know the dilemma John went through in removing it. For as long as I could grow one I had at least a moustache, shaving it off for the first time in 1998. When I appeared without it, not having prepared anyone, like you Linda laughed but our daughter, aged 5 burst into tears and ran to the bath room looking for the hairs to stick back on. Not what I expected…

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  5. It’s so much fun to go down memory lane and relive your old holidays. Also to tell stories about beards and shaven faces! It’s funny, I have never been attracted to anyone with a beard, or any facial hair at all. My daughter, on the other hand, loves the big husky bearded types. To each their own. For me, I don’t like the scratchiness of getting up close.

    Your old photos have come out well here in digital form. How did you convert them? Scan or something else? By the way, I used to have dark hair too, and I miss mine mightily. But I started turning white in my late 30s-early 40s, so had to dye it to keep it dark. Finally, I gave up when every three weeks, I’d have that blasted white stripe in my part. Had to finally let it go. You look lovely in your dark hair and John looks rugged in his beard!

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    • Thanks – it is fun to look back at old memories! The photos are scanned and look good until you enlarge them too much. I agree about the scratchiness of beards – not good for the chin. I went grey quite early too and dyed for a bit, then got fed up with it as you did. Now I like it the way it is.

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  8. There’s something special about finding an album of older photos like this. Not just the memories but also the fact that in those days we took relatively few photos so each one is more precious? I still have my first photo album from when I was a child / teenager, and it took me five years to fill it!

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  9. That’s a lovely view. And what a handsome couple you made. Photos of me at that age are few and far between, mostly with babies, but oh, I miss my dark hair. As for beards, I’m married to a beardie, he did go clean shaven for our wedding, but soon defaulted. Laziness really, and I can’t say I like beards, too scratchy! 😂

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  11. It’s good looking back at old memories. Pocket cameras were very poor then at capturing landscapes properly but those are good.
    When you look back at your younger self it’s almost like a different person you are observing.

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  12. It’s good to see your former selves in that last picture. Your mention of staring at John for days after he got rid of his beard is funny. I’ve had a beard since around 1971, so my wife of 35 years has never seen me without it, except in photographs from when I was young.

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  15. Watendlath is a walk on my list! So many things on that list though, lol. 🙂 We definitely took alot less photos before digital and phones. I mean I would actually buy one film of 24 pics for my camera when I went on holiday. Sounds crazy now!

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  16. What a beautiful place to vacation, nice weather or no! And look at you with your auburn hair. My hubby had to shave his beard off once. Eek! Grow it back quick! Now he wears just mustache and goatee. He has a deeply cleft chin that I really do not find attractive.

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  19. Loving the postcard and the pics from yesteryear. It is funny how memory can screw with actuality. Are you still in touch with the friends? John can grow a good beard unlike many who try and it looks so sad. My hubby has a goatee but he may shave it off because he has to work where he needs his face covered and the beard gets in the way.

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  20. I think the beard really suits him, but then, I’m married to a bearded one. Not really from choice, but he’s always been reluctant to part with it. Majestic scenery, Anabel, and it’s great that you can recover your photos this way. Memory does play tricks though, and we often disagree about the where and when.

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  21. That circuit through Watenlath was a good distance. A bit further than your rambles these days! I bet you could still manage it – no scree!😉
    It’s fun, but a little depressing, to look back over old photos. Where have the years gone ☹️

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  22. What lovely memories that postcard has brought back. Your sharing them with us has been good for both you and us. I’m amazed how few photographs I have from my early days, but of course, we didn’t have instant cameras, nor cold we afford development costs too often.

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  24. Hi Anabel – I bet you still laugh at your reaction/s about John’s beard or lack of … I’m so pleased you’ve got the memories … fun to find these now – with more anon, once the loft is tackled! Thanks – love seeing them – cheers Hilary

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  25. I’m sure I’ve done a walk that included Watendlath, but not Stonethwaite. I do remember getting a nail in a tyre at Borrowdale though…nearest garage Penrith.
    And… you with dark hair!
    I’m going to have to get out some of my old photos this year, just so my friends can laugh over them at my birthday event.
    Maybe I’ll even post them online 🙂

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    • I remember the family car breaking down on the Kirkstone Pass when I was a child. Fun for us – an impromptu picnic by the side of the road while dad hitched a lift somewhere to get help.

      Yes, I had very dark hair once upon a time. Do post your photos – we won’t laugh! Or only in nervous recognition that we all wore the same terrible fashions.

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