A damp and misty start to the day but it improved during the morning.

I had little energy or motivation but did venture out, not knowing when I left the house where I would end up.

The national park centre at Brockhole (on the way to Windermere) gave me an easy wander around the grounds where moles have been excavating the lawns. By the shore I was shooting jetty reflections when ripples from a passing boat made them more interesting.