Lakeland Dipper 9

Angle Tarn

Bit of a chilly wind but a good dip and had the place to myself ... late again as usual.
(... saw a mink just beyond Great Strickland, driving back from Maulds Meaburn today)

Ebb - Sorley MacLean

I am not striving with the tree that will not bend for me,
and the apples will not grow on any branch;
it is not farewell to you; you have not left me.
It is the ebb of death with no floodtide after it.

Dead stream of neap in your tortured body,
which will not flow at new moon or at full,
in which the great sprintide of love will not come -
but a double subsidence to lowest ebb.