What do you do when it has rained for days with no sign of stopping?  I was on the phone with a friend from across the water when I heard a bleating sheep pass my window.  Not so unusual for the Lakes BUT not in front of my window.  I looked out and there was a whole herd running down the road.  Sally, our Estate Manager, quickly reined them into a holding bay.  HELP!  They were eating the trees and literally taking whole cleavers and sucking them down.  I raced downstairs.  A local farmer just happened to drive by.  We walked them back to their field in the pouring rain – me with a stick looking stern at the back, Sally bravely opening the gate, and Bill leading the gang in the car.  Three fields down there was a two meter gash in the wall.  A couple of pallets were found to fill in the gaps…. Onto the real story – Crag Head, part of the Brantwood Estate, is total heaven.  The path is a feast for the eyes – every colour of green sparkling in the wet cloud.  The terraced landscape and earthen rock paths (it is solid rock beneath) make each step a treat.  The higher one goes, the more varied the landscape.  The closer to Crag Head the more open the moorland.  Right now the bog asphodel is bright yellow, there are a few pink flowers on the heather, the orchids are tall and bold in their pale purple splendour and the juniper trees look wild in the wind.  The glacial erratic at the top reveals a 360 view of all the mountains surrounding.  Now I know why Ruskin said, “There’s no such thing as bad weather only different kinds of good weather.” Brantwood, Coniston, 7 July 2007