going by kirkby lonsdale, the sun shone good on the route to the lakes’ peninsula – the mind went along old journeys, past trails

blue sky and winter chill mists with mountains, waters and rich nature patterns. yasser arafat’s funeral was the last time by here

re-tread river walk, under the great langdale pike over to the ghylls. the water still-clear see-through – half vale in sun, half in ice