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We had walked from Keswick to Walla Crag, Ashness, Watendlath, Dock Tarn, Rosthwaite, Grange and finally to Lodore for the boat back to Keswick. Half way down Willygrass Gill my left knee gave out, and by the time we got back to Keswick it was all I could do to hobble up the slight slope away from the landing stages, kept going only by the aroma of frying chips from the Old Keswickian! I suddenly realised that scores of people were staring intently at something behind me, and I turned round to be confronted by a magnificent sunset.
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