Lake District vista

Trotted up Lodepit hill this morning into the teeth of a gale, wet underfoot, uphill: joy. But the skylarks were singing, the sun broke through occasionally, plenty of sky and few folk. Great.

There's always a downside as I got back to the car it refused to move from the mud in which I'd parked it. No traction for the front wheels. Had to call the RAC who eventually towed me out. These guys are really good. Finding my location was a triumph in itself.