Beatrix Potter's farmhouse at Troutbeck Park showed brightly through the rain and winter trees took on distinctive character.
Up on The Tongue wisps of mist drifted over the fells and we sloshed our way upward through steady rain and steeply down through saturated grass. A mild day, however.
Afterwards, we agreed upon the virtue of our exertions. Eleven miles I had done that day, through rain, slippery wet grass, mud and good company. ' Who was that giving you a hug?' I asked a friend. ' No idea,' she replied. ' He just threw his arms wide and what could I do?