Pied piper of the lakes

I'm trying to remember the pied piper story and my memory is failing but our guide is definitely the pied piper of the lakes in a good way.
Weather this morning was more typically British, making me very happy, both because I packed for this weather and I like the cooler temps to hike. We headed back to last night's take out spot and started up a valley, along side a waterfall. Once again, I cannot wait to share pictures because the view was incredible. Up near the top, we saw a rock climb to a summit from which there was an 800 foot drop. As those of you who have hiked with me before know, me and heights- not so good together. Thankfully this was a scramble (up and over rocks) and I never had a chance to look down or out.
I was fine on the top where nature had put a few rocks 3 feet from the pinnacle and I was of course content to have my photo taken with my legs touching the rocks. As we hit the summit, the fog rolled in and you could almost hear Cathy calling for Heathcliff. No markers and really thick fog, we were glad to have a local guide. Everyone else who summited this morning-12 in all, were dependent on their own maps and we noticed as we left the cliff face, a line formed behind us. So the pied piper led his motley crew through the wet thick bogs where we could not see a trail and the name of the game was not to step in anything too deep. We probably were trying to avoid the 2 inch black slugs (yes I got a picture for a certain 11 year old.) and all the sheep-well, you know, but keeping the boots relatively dry and the peat of the bog out of the boot was the first priority. By now, there was a light drizzle making any rocks you might find your enemy-extremely slippery and guaranteed to make you fall.
We finally broke up the parade as most of our followers were campers, and headed in another direction. We headed down the mountain slipping through the bogs, on the wet rocks and talking, yes really talking to all the sheep we passed. The lambs are so cute, I want to take one home but I haven't figured out what I would do with it when I get in back to New Jersey - plus the grown up sheep aren't quite so cute.
Aternoon was spent at a 4500 year old, Druid circle which was big enough to fit 100people inside. Love that stuff-looking at the mountains trying to figure out why it was built where it was built. Entrance pointed perfectly north - took out my compass to check! Then to Keshwick, the local tourist spot with dozens of hiking stores and shops that make scones, soaps, candy.
Now, I'm sitting by a roaring fire at the Borrowdale Gates hotel. Life is good.