Last night after a dinner I went and sat in the lounge. Someone built a fire and it got quite full. I just sat and listened most of the time.

This morning walked into Grasmere and had a cream tea before waiting for my bus to Windermere. Cream teas are the apex of British culinary art, in my opinion. Bus to Windermere; waiting for the London train now. It was beautiful this morning but it turned rainy.

I wonder what this area will look like in twenty years. The older generation seem to be hanging on to the old lifestyles in some form but I don’t know if anyone else is. Still, I feel like the sheep farming is more alive than I expected it to be. In late March there’re a lot of lambs. And on the way into Windermere I saw a sheep shake itself like a wet dog.

Got back about 5:30. It does feel a bit strange to be in London again.