It’s all about Rydal, these last few posts. This was from a couple of years ago – I was driving back along the beautiful stretch from Grasmere, through the White Moss walks, all the way along the edge of Rydal Water. Golden sunlight bathed everything. I found a mandolin in its case, leaning against a tree. Was a surreal find. I left it where I found it – I’m sure the troubadour went back  the very next morning.