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Well it's "day twelve in the Big Brother household" and the pace of life in the world outside our immediate household certainly seems to be quieter.

Being retired we are well used to filling our day, but even so there are less cars, less people, less shopping and no appointments to fill our calendar.

There is a reasonable list of things to do at home and we can afford to take a little longer over them

but the words "Manyana" and "would you like a coffee" come to mind more readily than usual.

The temperature has risen nicely as the warm air from the south is being shared with us northerners . . . thank you.

However the weather station indicates it won't last and there's a forecasted cold front bringing cloud and possibly some rain in later in the day !

I've had a busy morning painting more of the greenhouse (the white bits this time).

The sheep are away in a different field so the dogs can have a freer run of this one.

The fells are Whiteside and Grasmoor, with Brackenthwaite Hows covered in trees . . . but you probably know that by day twelve of local pictures !

Slightly overcast, but high cloud brings the temperatures down a notch or two.

Add a warm breeze and at last it was a day we didn't actually need thick coats.

One of the earliest roadside flowers, the Lesser Celandine, a member of the buttercup family.

Mellbreak from the lane beyond Low Park.

The wider picture of the lake ahead, looking over the wall to the green field on The Peel.

Across the fields towards Sandy Yat beach.

The classic view of Great Gable over the Hause at Rannerdale, here in late winter colours.

Up and over The Peel where some natural woodland fills the gap between the grass field and the lake.

The blue of the sky gives the water a lovely deep colour today,

but the strong wind adds white horses to the lake . . . it looks like a force four or five on the Loweswater Beaufort Scale

Around The Peel to the smaller pebble beach where we often stop for a sit on one of the logs.

From here our route would normally be alongside the stone wall to the Pump House, towards those evergreen trees.

I have a distinct feeling that would be a wet route today . . .	. . . a few minutes wait confirmed the prognosis !

We'll say goodbye to the lake for now . . .	. . . and take a diversion via the boardwalk.

By the look of the lake the wind has increased slightly and those waves are bigger than ever.

Walking fifty yards back from the lake edge we were on the way home . . . warm and dry.

A lovely display of daffodils waving in the breeze . . .	. . . alongside Muncaster House, on the last part of our walk home.

The weather is looking true to forecast, as a large bank of cloud approaches slowly from the north west.

It is always weird to think that the cloud is moving down from the north even though the wind is blowing hard from the south.