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What a miserable day it was… as we gathered (in a car park in Ambleside), in the Lake District, the black clouds gathered (seemingly right above that very same car park in Ambleside). We set off walking, regardless, with Wansfell Pike in our sights. The children did fine, of course, the older ones fuelled by each others’ company, the little ‘uns by a combination of sweets, stories and puffing back-rides.

By the time we reached the top, the view had all but vanished in windy rain. Everyone was wet. And hungry. And tired…

Then, just in time, out came the Orange Bothy Bag, followed not long afterwards by a clear sky and Lake Windermere.

I’m always amazed at what a dose of endorphins, sandwiches, and children doing-something-else-with-someone-else-not-near-me can do to my mood…

Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling
They keep falling

So I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done
He’s sleeping on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head
They keep falling

But there’s one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me
Won’t defeat me
It won’t be long
Till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
That doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying’s not for me
Coz I’m never going to stop the rain by complaining
Because I’m free
Nothing’s worrying me


illustration of Tamsin Constable

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