Wild

Sorted some photos first thing in time for the bin men who were due to come earlier this week. It’s exhausting and doesn’t get easier, however small the clear out. Pissed off with a letter from HRMC I wanted some fresh air. Rain was forecast later so I didn’t hang about and headed out in sunshine but by the time I’d got up to the farm the rain started. The farmer passed and he and his mate got out their land rover to start work on a job and we debated over whose fault it was that as soon as we set out to do anything the rain starts. Poor guys ... it must be so hard constantly working in these conditions day in, day out. Once on the fell I tucked myself out of the wind behind a bracken bale and sat drinking my coffee watching rainbows come and go. I wished I could have captured the movement of the bracken and the occasional pieces of dead bracken whizzing past like bits of shrapnel.

I was hiding when I took my blip. It’s impossible to convey the sound of the wind in the trees I’d taken shelter under. I felt as if I was on a roaring high sea. Before seeking refuge the rain had been stinging my face and I couldn’t look ahead to see where I was going. It was head down, buffeting and rather wonderful. As I stopped for this breather I saw this other daft soul battling the elements and there was an ever darkening Ullswater behind (extra).

On my way back down I gathered bits of wool to use to decorate my little tree ... a bit of a first for me but I’d bought a couple of mum and dad’s old baubles back from Norfolk and Christmas trees past and wanted them to get a chance to carry on doing their baubly thing.

The farmer was still working hard. He said he wished he hadn’t got the telegraph poles (to use for fencing) because they were so heavy and difficult to work. Back breaking work.
Back home to tea and a mince pie. I hope he does the same.