shopping trolley

returned rain and the cycle path drifting back into a changing sequence of tarmac linked lochs, sodden dogs and sullen faces...quite joyous in perversity this...and once again advice given at 6 am in the morning by the side of a road somewhere between buttermere and cockermouth drenched amidst halfnight wanderings after the tent had been destroyed by a gale funneling down honister pass....the body is pretty much waterproof, son...