Add to that the millions of refugees curently trying to find a way out of hell, and I wonder whether the world is entering one of those periods
of great upheaval which happen occasionally down the centuries. It’s beginning
to feel like that to me, and so I wonder what today’s generation of teenagers
are going to live through over the next fifty years. Fifty years will see me
long gone, but maybe I’ll be back to play my part.
Meanwhile, have a couple of pictures of something that doesn’t
change much. Maybe I should have started a series on Moods of the English
Lake District. OK,
imagine I did.
Wastwater
Crummock Water
And here's a bit of trivia that will truly astound you. Did you know that of all the lakes in the Lake District, only one has the word 'lake' in its official name? That's Bassenthwaite Lake, the one furthest north. All the rest are waters, meres or tarns. Blame the Norwegians.
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