And swim

Blea tarn with dogs! Bumble gave us a shock, following and Chill kept an eye, paws dry from the shore.

The between tarn
Lying on the hump of valleys,
Teetering on top,
The only way is down,
Trees thinned and thinned by swirling winds,
Roots bare, naked,
Death but growing,
Rotting with fungi and insects,
Hope through decay.