I am up in my beloved Cumbria for a few days leading walks, and leading one on Saturday to raise funds for the Flood Relief appeal and Mountain Rescue. If anything the National Park looks even more beautiful in its pain. Hillsides missing, paths gone, bridges washed away, visitors few. I sense, like a Rocky film, the place is down but far far from out. The spirit is unbreakable. The fells bathed in snow and sunshine. It is a privilege to be here and to help her, in a small way, come out of the corner fighting.