The Red Boat

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In the late summer of that year we
lived in a house in a village that looked
across the river and the plain to the
mountains

Ernest Hemingway
A Farewell to Arms, 1929

Then when autumn mist is come I yearn
for a cottage set high on the hillside
framed by cerulean blue to the left of
a sculptured fountain

SRM

Blencathra in majesty

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Some days I think twice about lugging one of my much loved but heavy cameras along on a walk. Most days the camera wins. Some days the photographic results are not especially inspiring, and I wonder for a second time! But today I was glad to have the big Nikon with me. There seemed to be every size and cloud-type aloft, tempering and lending many shades of nuance to the fundamentally deep blue of the dome above them. And on days like this, cheeks burning, eyes watering, fingers stiff with cold, the sight of mighty Blencathra in majesty never fails to move me.  Every day this mountain sports a new coat Рbut day or night, hot or cold, light or dark, the sheer magnificence and permanence is an abiding delight Рand comfort.