Ullswater

Woke up to this surprise this morning and realised I wasn't going to get over Shap so caught up with folk in the office at Penrith. I walked down by the lake afterwards, not realising what was going on in the news.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.