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Some mornings you just wake up and feel that there's a great view to be seen outside.

Opening the blinds today did not disappoint,

as the April showers take a back seat and we experience the best weather in the country.

Eight o'clock and the sun rises over Grasmoor . . . cutting its way through the valley mist.

There's a cloud inversion in the valley . . . or at least there's a layer of mist covering the lake and spilling down the river channel.

Zooming in on Crummock Water and the head of the Buttermere Valley.

The fell tops are enjoying bright sunlight but Buttermere is probably feeling the chill.

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Time to get dressed and out . . . and chase the mist down at the lake shore.

A brisk walk up the forest track with Dylan . . . the swimming pool looks cold this morning.

The cloud is receding as our walk progresses . . . and the lake is nearly clear as I arrive.

The mist has burnt off in the bright sunshine . . . just a thin layer remains below High Stile.

From under the overhanging bough of the pine . . . a view of Rannerdale Knotts.

Zooming in further on Hause Point.

[ The misty tree covered extension is most likely Scale Island on the far side of the lake.]

To my right is the foot of the lake with the weir and fish ladder.

Add all the photos together and you get . . . Crummock in all its beauty.

Click here or on the photo above for a larger annotated panorama.

Three inches of water cascade over each of the weirs.

Down at water level . . . but Dylan heads off over the bridge . . . time to go.

The turbulent waters of the fish ladder . . . always a good photo when the sun sparkles on the water.

The mist is gradually disappearing as I approach the headland, where Church Beck enters the lake.

Go on then . . . a couple of pictures of the fish ladder from the other side before we go.

Clear water spilling over the lintel.

On the bridges . . . more mist covered spider's webs catch the light.

The strength of the tiny thread can hold so many droplets of water.

By the time I'm back at the foot of the lake the mist has cleared away completely.

Muncaster House on the far side of the field, seen from the minor weir part way down the river.

In the woods . . . could those be cloven hoof prints from a deer ?	The swimming pool with its summer-only rope swing.

Hunter Davies's favourite swimming pool . . . the closest point of the river to his old house.

We say goodbye to the River Cocker as it crosses the 'measuring weir' close to the car park.

The new black box at the edge of the path is an "eel ladder" installed last year to help the eels climb over the weir at low water.

"I think this is where you came in" . . . as they used to say in the cinema.

The sun is shining . . . I think it is going to be a good day.