Sullivan told jurors how he climbed downladders to the basement, and then had to crawl through the rubble to reach Daina Bradley, who was lying in about 6 inches of water in the smoky darkness.
Ladders of sunlight pour down onto the patchwork fields and Wasdale suddenly takes on a gentler aspect: the wet fellsides sparkle in the sharp light and Wastwater turns into a smooth sheet of silver, reflecting the surrounding hills.