There were a lot of tourists in Grasmere Village, so there was a rather lively tourist spot. After entering the village, I couldn't find the way to the Youth Hostel I was heading for. I only had a simple map here. After walking around for a while, I found the name of the street that was in the guidebook. From there, I took a path through the hill.The building of Grasmere Butharlyp Howe YouthHostel has the brilliant rockwork which accumulated the slate board like Coniston YH. Furthermore, the whole building was the greatly elaborate structure. A receptionist was finished and nobody was still in the room to the second floor. A dining-room had a large very bright glass window. There was a cricket game in the yard of grass. Although a ball was thrown like baseball and it was struck, the pitcher turned the hand by rotation contrary to a softball, and had released the ball in the high position. The face of a bat was flat.
Leaving the Youth Hostel, I grabbed my writing implements and sketch paper and went to see Lake Grasmere. I walked along the road where cars were passing, but there were fences and buildings all along the north shore of the lake, so I couldn't get close to the lake. I couldn't find anywhere that I wanted to draw. On the way back, I found a shop called Sam Read Bookseller, which sold not only books but also souvenirs. I found a can of peppermint candy here and bought it. This can is an important companion for me, as I have always used it to hold chalk.
Dinner was available from the menu. Brased Steak was stewed beef, not steak. I ate too much delicious dinner. I even had ice cream for dessert. The dining room has a wide table and is bright, so I can take my time finishing my postcard. As usual, I put my pencils and pens on the desk, sat cross-legged on a chair, and finished writing my postcard.
After the meal, I walked around looking for somewhere I could sketch. This youth hostel YH building is also wonderfully constructed with stone. But it would take too much time to sketch the entire complex building. Instead, I started to sketch just the stonework next to the kitchen, trying to copy the shapes of the stones as accurately as possible. I worked hard on my sketch while drinking a Coke near the entrance. There was nowhere to sit, so I was standing. After a while, an old lady passing by came to take a look at my sketch. She told me that she had been talking about me in the dining room. I didn't hear her exactly, but it seemed like she had seen me at the previous youth hostel YH.
I had a good dinner and tried to go to bed early, but I had eaten too much tonight and my stomach was heavy, so I couldn't fall asleep easily.
