Bakestall

The Lake District feeds my soul like no other place on earth. Surprisingly quiet on this remote northern Lakeland fell . The weather was glorious! Meadow puppets senenaded us, and we saw what might have been a hobby hover just above us.
Another Wainwright ticked off, 68 still to do.
Garden grub on the way home with our friends in Burton in Lonsdale and we’re on the last leg to home now.
A grand day out