Warm temperatures! Sunny spells! The weather forecaster obviously wasn’t in Grasmere when i was there. The only the sounds were the bleating sheep and the swishing of travelling cars along the seriously wet road. The only sights were, well not much, the mist was very low. The mountains were still there, like God. I don’t need to see Him to know He’s there.
But in this period of lockdown it was lovely to be in a different place, see different views and have my meals cooked for me. And I shared it with the mountains and God.