Bog Bean Tarn
I was walking from Buttermere to Borrowdale, via the lake, and up and over Haystacks, with my husband. The clouds were low and on top of Haystacks visibility was very poor. We could only see the path at our feet, and a few yards either side. We stopped for some lunch on a rocky outcrop and saw that we were beside a tarn so we went down to explore, and found these bog beans. Somehow we spent an hour there, exploring a world of small things: bog beans, reeds, dragonflies, moss, lichen, cotton grass. When the mist thinned a soft light transformed the scene, and I took this picture. When it lifted everything changed, the moment had gone. This is one of those treasures that is confined to a moment in time – but I will revisit the tarn again, and now I have researched the plant I know it throws up a pretty spectacular flower. The tarn has no name on the map so we have named it, for ourselves, Bog Bean Tarn.