Taking advantage of a sunny interval in a “Four seasons” day for a walk from my new front door to halfway up the local mountain, Skiddaw (931 m.). Sunshine, snow, fog, gales and heavy rain all on this one day in late March.
With only a very limited number of other hikers on this usually populous route (because the #stayathome legal lockdown was still in force), it was possible to sit and enjoy the views without having to stray too far from the path. With an apple and a couple of locally baked hot cross buns.
The guy in rugby shorts carrying a well-trimmed log told me he was doing it to make his day “more interesting”. He was last seen on the skyline on the path at about 650 m., still going upwards.
The rain came in while my Coq au Vin du Vaucluse was cooking but my work of the past weeks meant I could enjoy it in relative comfort.