The weather took a turn for the better this weekend; it was positively balmy, enabling that rare occurrence of me casting aside my vintage fleece and baring my arms to the sun’s rays. Poor Andy is STILL suffering from a lingering cold (even I admit it’s not man flu) so keeping our aspirations realistic, we went for a moderate walk in the deserted fells above Haweswater. Apart from a couple of other walkers and a horseback rider, we didn’t see a soul all day until we dropped down to the lake shore for the last mile back to the car.
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