Lakeland Fells

Well, the house painting didn't get finished yesterday although the chap was working until 8pm. It didn't get finished today, either, because he didn't turn up!

This morning I went to the studio to tidy up then this afternoon I seemed to have done very little, other than painting the supporting boards of a house martins' nest box to match the house.

It was after 8pm when we went out to try and find a blip. This is looking towards Blencathra from the old A66. On the way back The Man dropped me off 3 miles from home so I could do some jogging. I really didn't feel like doing it but was glad I did.

The air smelt horrible in the countryside. The farmers had all been out cutting their grass and all I could smell while I was jogging was hay which reminds me of getting into difficulties breathing. The man had noticed the smell, too, and was watching for anyone out with a Wuffler he would have come to rescue me as he knows the dust from disturbed hay would upset me.