There’s no real story to tell here, so you’ll all be delighted to know this is a bit of a random selection of images with few words.
Winter snapped back in the Lake District briefly last weekend much to my delight. On Sunday afternoon I walked up past Easedale Tarn on to Blea Rigg with no set destination, and eventually found myself atop High Raise at dusk. Things turned pink and magical and, as I’d forgotten the headtorch, I ended up running back down to Grasmere in moonlight.
The next morning I set out (in the dark again) aiming for Fairfield via Grisedale Tarn, and again the light didn’t disappoint…. enjoy!
And the next morning….
I fear that may be it for this (rather pitiful) winter, so from here on in it’ll be daffodil photos from me 😉