You may very well have heard me enthusing like a sad 'un about the Ravenglass & Eskdale Railway, a seven-mile, narrow-gauge steam thing that used to carry iron ore and was later preserved by enthusiasts (after the local iron ore industry dwindled away). On Saturday we rode it over to Dalegarth and did some walking. I look a bit mad here, don't I.

So yeah. Cloud decided we had to walk from Dalegarth to Stanley Ghyll Force, which sounds like an RAF regiment but is actually this waterfall. Nice walk. Nice waterfall.

It was really dark down in the valley by the waterfall, but a brilliant sunny day overhead. In places the sun burst spectacularly through into the depths.

There's barely any sense of up and down here. Woh.

There's a cracking pub called the Brook House, just out of Dalegarth station. Had lunch there. The beer was bloody sublime. Then Cloud made us do another walk: this was around Hows Wood, which was full of very dangerous-looking mushrooms. This view of Harter Fell (apparently) was the highlight.

And here we are on the little train back (the locals call it La'al Ratty, for reasons best known to themselves). We got an open carriage and prayed to the don't-rain gods.

Aw!