Stone Walls and Sheep

This gate, one of three between the farmhouse and our campsite, has a hand-forged latch. Most of the walls are dry-stacked stone. The sheep wander all over.

We spent four hours today climbing this peak. Every other person had at least one dog. The English love their dogs.

Every day a few fighter jets come down this lake, just short of supersonic. The photo we got won’t upload. They followed the centerline of the lake, and in the big bend they did a tight turn, causing contrails to come off the wingtips. It’s thrilling.

Yesterday we rode the length of the lake and back (2hrs, cold and windy). We were prepared, even Kira had her coat).

The roads are sometimes only wide enough for one car. There are wide places built in, and people are cooperating.

We went to the n cut village over the mountain. Packed with tourists. Cute.