After we left Woolfest, we drove along a theoretically impassable road above Loweswater:
It was sunny and fresh after the heavy rain that had fallen while we were under shelter at Woolfest. We drove on to the pub where we intended to have supper, but first we walked down to Crummockwater, where Sock thought he might like to paddle.
But the weather was drawing in again:
so we walked on round the head of the lake back to our supper.
Back to the Smoke the next day (almost literally - see what was waiting in Carlisle station!)