
Water is an inspiration always and, after the driest six months since 1929, to hear and see the waterfalls of Sour Milk Gill was a joy. House martins flew low over the gill and at fell foot, water threaded through rushes and marsh pennywort and the waterlogged ground was lemon yellow with the star-burst flowers of bog asphodel. A bumble bee with pale yellow collar and a white tail settled on a star and gathered nectar and the horse flies were after my blood! Off the beaten track, a wonderful show of bog asphodel in its brief flowering.