Martindale

It took me to this point, a couple of hours, to feel a bit less grumpy. There hadn’t been much peace to be had and I can find myself feeling pretty jaded with the lakes these days.
However, by this point I had seen a red squirrel, Fieldfares and had heard the echoes of the deer reverberating down the valleys of Boredale and here, looking up Howe Grain towards The Nab.
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