On the last day of my stay with Mark, he had a lecture at Rydal Cave by the shores of Rydal Water. While he was there, I took the opportunity for a stroll along the shore of the lake.
(I would show you a picture of the cave, but it had a crowd of students standing in its mouth and I didn't want to cause embarrassment.)
His lecture was the last of the afternoon; the sun was sinking and the light beginning to fade from the sky.
At various points, becks would come tumbling down from the hillside, chatter over the pebbly shore and add their water to the lake.
By the time I was leaving, the temperature was well below freeing and there was a noticeable stillness in the air.
Ten more minutes before the lecture ends. I wonder if Mark thought to bring a torch.