A sort-of rescue operation
Today we went up north, taking a mountain pass from Windermere to Ullswater, in the Lake District. Halfway we went up for a walk to a mountain top to enjoy the wind and the beautiful panorama. While Karolien and the boys went back the same route we came, I descended from another slope to meet them at a certain point. When I reached the point where the path went down, suddenly a helicopter came out of the valley with a roaring noise and wind, hovering right above me and dropping a group of National Trust guys with helmets. I thought someone was wounded somewhere, and thought it would be cool (though not likely) if they could give me a ride down. But not yet...
The helicopter had a bag with which it carried big rocks from one place to the other. Halfway over my head the bag tore apart and the rocks landed twenty meters higher from me, kickstarting a rock avalanche. Great. So I had to jump away to escape the rocks whirling down. The guys realized this was not really cool, and offered to fly me down. So I had my ride, but not after they nearly smashed me, while playing the A-team. Down in the valley we took a dive in one of the lakes. How refreshing with nearly 30 degrees. More pictures here (second part), as well as a few new sunsets for the romantic folks.





































