Guns Out

Pooley Bridge was heaving with visitors when I popped down to post a parcel.  Darren in the  other shop (which, though tiny, has a huge range including 400 different gins) told me everywhere was booked until the end of September.

Along the lake everyone was enjoying the sun shine.  The dog in the extra was chasing everything, Fenton-style.

The summer flies have returned, bothering me like they usually bother D when he’s here. Where’s your sacrificial fly-magnet when you need it?