In the blue ridge mountains
On the trail of the lonesome pine
A trip out of Arnside, at least in the imagination.
I was a bit lonesome, as this was a walk before breakfast over the Knott, without my faithful companion, who slumbered on in his bed. I came home and took him out for his constitutional, a slow meander to the wood and back, stopping every few yards for a good sniff.
Back at base, the day was cloudy and moist. Oddly, there is no evaporation, the flagstones stayed damp all day. Not a good drying day, as my Mum would have said.
Back blipped on 14 January 2022