One of our national obsessions may be the weather; I think one of mine must be watching the snow. Perhaps from being able to see it on the mountain tops for six months of the year as a child and it hardly ever falling down as low as the Kent Estuary where I lived.
Friday was the first time this year the canal close to my house froze. The swans and other waterfowl always look bemused at the ice; though I am sure they must remember previous winters. Farleton Knott looks less stark when the limestone has a sugar frosting coat, even with the mist hanging over. Glimpsing the mountains from the top of the ridge on Saturday set me on a mission to go up into the snow so I was thankful the weather obliged and dawn brought clear skies on Sunday.
Ambleside was green and predictably busy, so it was good to leave everyone behind as we hiked up Wansfell into the snow. The track is not the most inspiring in the Lakes, or the highest but there is a clear panorama all round from the top. West to the Langdales, swinging right to the Northern fells and Kirkstone Pass, which was, incidentally closed, we tried to drive home that way and couldn’t. I digress. Then over to Troutbeck valley and Kentmere and finally South over Windermere to Morecambe bay.
360°s of brilliance!
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