Helvellyn

Days don’t often come along that are so,

perfectly still.

Blue sky.

Snow on the hills

and autumn colours cling to the trees

Morning mist hung over Thirlmere.

Shadow still hung over the valley.

Snow crisp and ice topped until low winter sun crept over the skyline.

No one could resist the splendour

Everyone was out to play.  Though this guy had come up a slightly harder route than us.

  Not many days I have sat and enjoyed any kind warmth on the top of Helvellyn, let alone in November

The services of the shelter for once rendered redundant.

Words do not do the day a great deal of justice,

So many wonderful panoramas.  Pictures speak a thousand more.