The path on Arnside Knott came to the shore
Where sea and river meet at my heart’s core
Where wild flowers grow, where butterflies float on.
The views of Lakeland Hills ,so ravishing
My heart was only half alive till then
The land surpassed imagination
I was used to mills and dirty air
Despite the heather moors and hilltops bare
Later death came near on Langdale Pike
My fingertips were hurting,feet agape
Then my toe was back on a foothold
The shadow of the mountain huge and cold
Beauty,love and death, the opera calls
Singing as we walk the danger walls
How my heart sings 
Those of us who have experienced places like this are indeed most fortunate. X
Yes I was 13 when I went there and I never forgotten the joy of that sea and countryside.