Sweden Bridge and poems
We set off from High Bield on the well-worn driving route to Ambleside, parked up and began a walk to Sweden Bridge. The weather was better than previous days, with low cloud and unremittingly grey skies. But it was dry, though damp underfoot. The walk was fairly easy and with not too much up, though there were some wwt patches with stepping stones. Nic used his trusty poles. The bridge was a fine sight. The return leg went past a force, as they call a waterfall around here.