Lakeland

Me and the girl tried to climb Helvellyn yesterday, but, much to my embarrassment (being local), we got lost and ended up at the top of St. Sunday's crag. Here a crisp back that I hadn't weighed down was taken by the wind, about 150m into the air. I was busy feeling like an awful person when the wind turned, swirled the bag out over the valley, then dropped it back 4m from my feet. Magic. The highlight of the day was a party of about 30 orthodox jews heading up to Grisedale tarn. Very surreal to see men and women in such heavy clothing on such a hot day. Here is some playing with panorama mode.

Bye Barbara