Martindale

My friend, up from London with family, came over from where they are staying near Keswick this morning and we sat for a few hours catching up over coffees and then ventured over to Martindale hoping to hear the deer. We walked over to the old church, then up and over into Boredale and then back up and onto Hallin fell. It was very windy but every so often, we thought we could hear the deep guttural roar of deer in the far distance.
When we got back home we bravely ventured out to a pie supper at the village hall.