John and I have both posted entries about my recent visit to England.

These photo.s were in fact taken by John, but I will use them because he has not, a week later.

First, a picture of mark and myself on Dalegarth Station.

I had just walked up to Burnmoor Tarn from Eskdale.  In the rain and wind: I was soaked.  It was a wonderful walk.  However an event occurred which made me feel old.  I was stopped by a young Indian-origin lady who was out walking on her own, and clearly a little lost.  She asked me where I was going, and was pleased to hear that I was heading for Burnmoor Tarn, as that was on her way over to Wasdale, where she was to meet someone, and she had started out then turned back when she realised that she didn’t know where she was.  Fine, I could help, and put her right.  I was walking a lot faster than her however, and met her on my way back from the tarn, and provided more guidance.  Only later did I realise that I was probably safe and reassurring for her to approach because I probably looked like some gnarled old man out for a walk on his home ground.  In some ways a regrettably accurate description, even if I now life in a different hemisphere!

The second picture was taken when John and I went for a ride behind a steam engine over the Settle-Carlisle Railway.

It was a great day out, through beautiful scenery.  What more need I say?