Back on the rock

Who needs feet? The Sound of One Al Slapping (V2 5c).

It seems strange that my last post featured tales of daring do on the swollen rivers of Cumbria and then, less than a week later, a picture of bone dry gabbro, smothered in a cloudless blue sky appears. Weird, but that is how it is.

I spent the morning on the gabbro of Carrock Fell, repeating a handful of problems I have done on a previous occasion, before heading to the university's library, so that I could get some more work done on my dissertation, and that is what my life has become. The dissertation.

Good lines, stay safe and see you on the wet stuff...
Iain