Carlisle

My phone has been on the blink since my recent holy well exploits so I went into Carlisle and found a phone shop where the rather lovely chap worked some magic and told me to come back in half an hour to see if it was charging okay. I wondered around town for a bit but my batteries drained faster than my phone’s looking at the shops.
I went back and it was charging fine again. I asked him what I owed him and he said, nothing. What a sweetie pie.
I headed back home via checking out the possibility of walking in to to find the holy well from the other side of the river and found where I can pick up the footpath for my next attempt.