Grassy Plain
Entering the Lakes District.
Past Burns Lake, with the third freshest air in the world,
& across the ferry to Grassy Plain.
Here we are in it's midst.
It seems much of a Woodland to me, than a Plain.
A different way of life.
I felt like Edward Bear putting on my boots - when he goes out in the hundred-acre-wood & stumps along on an adventure. I kept thinking of the expression 'in the heather.'
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