Even on the worst of days,
with staccato hale
and wild westerly winds
there is generally something worth setting foot on the fells for.
Heavy clouds squeeze deep colour from hills topped by a leaden sky.
Remnants of previous wealth litter the hillside. Iron fences with detail more at home in rural Surrey?
A trig made by squidging stones into plasticine.
Plants feast on rotting posts
Water reveals its strength gouging gullies through the landscape
which defeated mechanisation.
Then there was the tree.
Totally swathed in green.
Without it’s leaves.
Taken over by a creeping coat
Moss spread and crept over its limbs
absorbing water until the sponge could hold no more.
Air plants wrap round thinner tips,
green foils of fungi fold on top.
A testament to the clean Lakeland air
I walked over Lowfell and Fellbarrow via Darling Fell, from Loweswater. The ‘tree’ can be found among rhododendron bushes on Moser Road.
The last time I witness anything thing like this was in the Himalayan foothills of Buhtan