Escape From Stephen King's Misery Farm

Lee, Sherpavan luggage driver, rescued us, providing a guided tour & much needed advice, with a now classic British sense of humor, insisting the ride would cost 50,000£, then admitting it was free, tip appreciated. Although he confessed to an aversion for Americans, he liked us, even  joined us for tea at the heavenly Brookfield Guest House, and wished he didn't have to "carry on." Lee, one of many angels, appearing when needed most. (Our German angles are walking, the toughest one of the trek. Poor Sonja.)

After a delicious lunch at the Coffee House, we checked in at the Shap Clinic where a kind doctor diagnosed Sue's sore toe, a blister under the toenail from that horrid 4 hour descent days ago. Penicillin in hand if needed, no charge, simply a promise to care for him when he  visits.  Rilke's "Sunset" in the pamphlet "Poems in the Waiting Room" provided by the Clinic Friends, says it all, concluding:  "your life...

sometimes held down;Sometimes exultant/moment to moment--now stone, now star."

And, now to the world's best, bravest walking partner for the next blog...