It’s another cold one this self care Sunday campervan morning. A firm hard frost everywhere, minus temperatures once more and darkness all around. A drive further north and into the Lake District is a first, I usually continue north, but decided out of season it was worth a detour, although it’s still busy. Sunrise is not due till about 0830hrs and I’m off to see what the dawn can create. So a campervan morning of two halves. And here we are at part two. Bitterly cold around minus three and been out enjoying the dawn breaking over the lake and Cumbrian mountains. Stunning views and winter sunshine, drinking in views, conversations with walkers, watching Canadian geese taking off at intervals continuing north. A busy early morning. People sharing their journeys, glad to be alive stories, their thoughts of the view and why they come to where we stood. It was actually quite something to share our experience, at that time and in that space. The comfort of strangers. Lovely days people.
". . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are. Carlos Ruiz Zafón.
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