The weather has been changeable while I've been in Cumbria.
On Wednesday last week
Three of us set off into the Lakes.
We drove up by Borrowdale and parked the car
where we could take a look at the view,
such as it was.
Rather murky.
But nevertheless,
we set off for a walk along a closed valley to a place called
Watendlath.
Along a narrow,
twisty road.
Lined with dry stone walls.
Watendlath is a little hamlet at the end of the road with a few
Lakeland buildings,
one of which is a tea shop!
Beyond this bridge is a tarn,
(a small lake).
It was generally overcast,
and started to rain.
Not that the ducks minded.
They seemed used to people,
and saw them as a provider of food.
The picture below was taken on the way back when the sun came out for a short time.
Just before the thunder,
which was deafening,
and frightening,
and lightening,
which I didn't notice,
began.
That evening on the local news,
we heard that a number of walkers
in a valley to the west of where we had been had been struck by lightening!
I think we were very fortunate
in that we only got wet.