Two frames about the same material. First the stepping stones, big flat slabs set across a shallow beck so you can get over dry-shod, worn smooth on top by however many boots. I got down low to the water for this one so the stones lead straight into the fell behind.
Then the wall. A drystone wall is just stone balanced on stone, no mortar, and there are thousands of miles of them threaded through these valleys. This one runs dead straight along the bottom of a wooded slope, dividing the green field from the trees, and it will still be there when everything wooden in these pictures has rotted away.
Nothing dramatic in either, just the two things the Lakes do with the rock they have too much of.