MORE EASTERTIDE encounter today – on a sun-blessed Ullswater where, whatever the season, in time or timelessness, I am a tiny boat in the company of a large and beautiful lake … ashore, or afloat, going or staying, lying down, sitting or standing just out of sight, warm or cold or dark or light or shadow or bright? Funny: here the questions don’t occur. I’m not conscious (except in the recesses of my memory) even of being a boat. This encounter, it would be better to say after all, is simply joy in the company of a large and beautiful lake. And all is well here. All is well.