Crummock

We managed to sneak a walk around Crummock and under Melbreak and back to the Kirkstile for coffee. The weather changed so many times on the way. We passed a few artists out with easels so presumed they must be on a course. I bet they were cursing the weather and they must have been frozen sitting out there.
We stopped to chat to a farmer who was clipping a few sheep with hand clippers, not often seen these days.