We drove the long way round. Passed Elterwater, Rydal, Grasmere, Thirlmere and Derwent, stopping where the road came to an end.
We parked in a field, tent envy.
First tea and cake and follow the river before we walked into a valley with no roads.
One shep, many sheep.
We met them by a bridge, in front of the rushing waters, fall.
Sky. Prosecco. Bin ends. Wild talk.
Then the rains came.
And the pub called to us across the fells.
Words by Charlotte Turton, DIY 13 Resident
Images: Charlotte Turton, 2013