For more years than I care to remember, I have been a regular and frequent visitor to the Lakes – weekly, twice weekly or even thrice weekly – and during that time I have covered literally thousands of miles on the fells over the length and breadth of the District. But until last night, I had never seen an eagle in the Lakes. As I started to head towards Causey Pike from Scar Crags, it took off from the crest of the ridge between the two, completely dwarfing the Peregrine that flew up to mob it, and flapped lazily off towards Buttermere. Pure magic!