Fog and friends

The day started well…

Anita messaged to say she was going to be an hour late. Which was just as well because I’d only just woken up myself. I was still getting dressed when she arrived. Why it takes so long to take my tablets, drink my cuppa and eat my brekkie I don’t know but, these days, it takes me 90 minutes to emerge from my pit before I appear bright and shiny and ready to face the day…

Miraculously, the Cumbrian clag which had been wall to wall all morning (well, the bit of it I’d been awake for) withdrew back to the hillsides as Anita and Rufus arrived, almost as if it was waiting for the performance to start…

There are times when the mist ebbs and flows like a curious but shy lover…first it flows over the mountain tops and pours itself over the bracken-covered sides, before retreating upwards again as if the valleys were unsuitable for its needs…and then it surges forward again, then more tentatively rolling over the land before evaporating, fearing a rebuff…

One of the joys of walking along this lane is the moss-covered stones
Five minutes later

As it happens, we all love it when it’s like this – atmospheric, mysterious, quiet and completely beautiful – so out we went for a walk round the Tarn πŸ•πŸ•πŸžπŸŒ«πŸΎπŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸŒ²πŸŒ³πŸšΆβ€β™‚οΈπŸšΆβ€β™€οΈπŸšΆβ€β™€οΈ

Back at the house at 4pm, it was time for lunch…And it was a team effort – a cracking all-day breakfast provided by Anita & cooked by me, on trays on our laps, watching Harry Potter πŸ₯“πŸ₯–πŸ₯–πŸ₯šπŸ½ πŸ§™β€β™€οΈπŸ§™β€β™‚οΈ

All in all, a perfect day.

Published by Sue Lee

The challenges of living off grid at the top of The Big Hill at Blea Tarn in the Langdale valley with a few furries & my other half, Mr Pat.

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