Under timid grey skies that threatened nothing more than frustrating spits of rain, I headed into Deepdale with the the finest of plans – none at all.
A valley wander beside an artery swollen with fresh meltwater from the hills… lingering at pools of interest.. no urgency to find a destination, reach a summit.
Not setting foot on mountains doesn’t mean no mountain photography. The great buttress of Greenhow End is one of the more imposing valley backdrops in the Lake District, a wonderful heft of rock to construct an image around.
Scotland may pull at me with its remote glens and grand skylines, but as icy water spilled in my boots, buzzards circled overhead and deer surveyed from on high, Deepdale put on a convincing understudy’s performance.