In Like a Lion
So the saying goes,
for March.
But is it going to go out like a lamb?
With only a few rays of sunshine,
for a few fleeting sunsets,
March bowled through its first weekend
with storms and snow.
Cwm Idwal giving a fair approximation of a Christmas card . Not exactly ideal conditions for ‘summer’ navigation practice.
Even the wildlife cowered amount the crags in a sad soggy state.
Back in Cumbria and though a little quieter. Winds more mouse like than lions breath, let mist linger on the tops of hills. This was not a weekend for views.
Fog so dense I wondered if I’d need a knife to cut myself a hole through, it wasn’t until the spectacular colour of Wrynose that it disappeared.
Things were much more comfortable amongst the moss and lichen laden cottage windows.
Though industry is never far away in this, not so wild, manufactured landscape.
I’m hoping the month departs with a bleat rather than a roar.