As I write this I’m listening to the sleety rain lashing the windows, and crashes of things being hurled around the garden that probably shouldn’t be hurling around the garden. It’s another reminder that spring in its supposed pastoral, bucolic settling role hasn’t really arrived yet.
And that’s just fine with me.
A few days ago I gave myself another reminder with a buffeted walk along my oft trodden Lake District high level route from Dollywaggon Pike to High Crag and Nethermost Pike then on to Helvellyn.
Shifting cloud and racing light, sunshine and showers… just my ideal mountain day if I want to bring back a few photos as well. The strong winds take the tripod out of the equation, so you can travel a bit lighter.
Though sometimes you wish you’d taken the extra ballast anyway…