Rain all day yesterday so the tarns were brim-full and overflowing, the pastures flooded at Pelter Bridge, Rydal. A blustery wind, stony tracks awash, flowing like becks. Silver How to Loughrigg, and then the sun shone forth.
Next moment, the sun appeared and it was glorious. The atmosphere was full of moisture and when we concluded our walk cloud sat over The Lion and the Lamb, at Grasmere, as if it had never really lifted. At Loughrigg, I looked for the seed-heads of bog asphodel and could not find them- this was a Ramblers' walk so we kept moving. (unless distracted by egg fungus and a mystery.) I like the rhythms of grass tussocks that appear in that first misty image as the sun breaks through.