Right now it is raining, heavily. The land is drinking it in. The meadow flowers are waiting beneath the green before emerging to dance in full glory. I am looking forward to the end of the month and to indulging myself in meadowtime in July.
Back in February, I went to High Borrowdale to explore. The land was quiet, as if sleeping. The river was not. It sung, with the birds and the breeze, and the valley felt alive. I walked in with Rob and wrote about it in a separate blog which you can read here: ‘The Other Borrowdale‘.