It’s our lovely Sale Fell – closest friend to the western communities that embroider the western fringe of the English Lake District. It is a holder of secrets and memories – beneath and above. Matt kindly walked there with me this New Years Day as I futilely scratch at last years blackboard to try to glimpse some meaning. He slipped over in his townie trainers and Bella pulled me into the beck. And then we went back to our respective homes – most resolutely.