Spring Snow
Is there any wonder that as a nation we are obsessed with the weather?
Last weekend spring had most definitely sprung and Maidenmoor basked in sublime warm.
On Friday a thick murk of grey blotted out its top while crossing Walla Crag was as cold as a scene from A Winter’s Tale.
Wind swept and white.
The only release from monochrome in the streams and trees of the valley.
A brief high pressure hiatus on Saturday. The day to be walking,
Overnight cold leaving the snow in situ.
Not the most usual parting to April.
And not the usual hike up Red Screes.
Our destination being Middle Dodd, and I, having been up the sensible ways previously, decided it would be good to try going straight up from the carpark just below the Kirkstone Pass Inn.
Most definitely one of those decisions more enjoyed in the latter telling than the participation.
Kirkstone Pass was interesting from the near vertical.
Many excuses to pause and if not sniff the daisies, at least photograph the snow.
Once Red Screes was reached an ominous band of cloud looked to be heading in from the west,
so we headed swiftly off to Middle Dodd.
Pausing for food only when we dropped below the snow line and could appreciate the clarity stretching far beyond Brothers Water.
The route