A very Lancashire afternoon

This morning I yearned for my house and my long-standing friends. Jim says I'm like a prisoner released from prison, pleased to have my liberty, but nevertheless wanting to go back to my cell because it is the only comfort I know.

So this afternoon we drove through lashing rain to the Lakes Alive festival in Kendal for an outing. Even the sheep were standing stock-still on the hills like statues, heads high, like they knew there was nothing they could do to protect themselves from the weather so why try? We watched a new school/street friend of Lola's and her mum perform in this dance piece about about Lancashire lasses in the cotton industry.

It was actually brilliant.