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I think this might be Harry at Under Helm but I’m not sure.
After yet another sleepless night I spent the morning photographing stuff and then sent everything off with a covering email. 
The house looked like a bomb had hit so I shoved everything back and went out for air and walked up on Mell Fell to meet up with my old friends. I forgot to take my phone so here they are https://www.blipfoto.com/search/entries?q=%23treesofmellfell

It was pretty sodden up there, empty and full of winter silence with the occasional caw of a raven.

'No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief'
 - by Gerard Manley Hopkins

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, wórld-sorrow; on an áge-old anvil wince and sing —
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief."'

    O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.