Place Fell sits over Ullswater and looks, from the bottom, like a reasonable idea. June, very warm, two of us and no breeze to speak of.
The flies found us early and committed. Not biting, just present — an escort of them, all the way up, with opinions about ears specifically. There is no technique for this. You wave a hand around, you look unhinged, the flies remain.
At the top: deer. A small group of them, unbothered, watching us arrive like we were slightly late. They had the best seat over the lake and knew it. The flies, to their credit, lost interest at the summit, which suggests even they wanted the view to themselves.
Worth it on balance. Most things up there are.
