On travel and the Lake District.

I have now returned from a weekend in the Lakes, which was splendid, despite the general awfulness of the weather in the central Lake District. I have, however, no objection to leisurely walks along the beach at Walney (and I even saw the Isle of Man!), or to a somewhat tame ridge walk along the Helm by Kendal - and who on earth left the posy of roses and freesias in a glass on the trig point? - or, come to that, to coming back from church to drink Pimms and sit under a tree.

I wrote the following on the train coming back; it's somewhat purposeless, but it amused me. ( Even at the risk of sounding like the country diarist in Scoop: )