Last Sunday, Dad, Ben and I took a day trip to Cumbria to see Mark. Ben took up all of his climbing gear and while they were spending their afternoon hauling themselves up a rock face, Dad and I went for a rather more sedate walk.
We dropped off the lads in Borrowdale and headed for the east shore of Derwentwater.
Boots on; flask in rucksack; camera over shoulder. What could be better?