I had a meeting in the Lake District on Monday, and I couldn't really not give myself a day's play in the mountains afterwards.
From the top of the Kirkstone Pass, I climbed up Wounscale as the views of Red Screes expanded behind me. The Kirkstone Pass Inn was soon a dot in the distance far below.
The diversity of scale you get in the mountains is always profound. Just as I was admiring the summits along the skyline I caught sight of this newt. Perhaps it was too cold to run away.
High in the sky on top of Stony Cove Pike.
I cut down into Threshthwaite Cove, and enjoyed wandering the valley floor checking out wild camping spots for the future. The whole valley was an unexpected pleasure, full of sweeping curves, craggy drama and rushing streams.
Nice.
