As mentioned in last week's blog, the weather threw everything at me in a week: Snow, torrential rain, horizontal rain...and unbelievably beautiful, blue-sky sunny days. The sort of days that you really are glad to be alive. Everything seemed crystal clear, ultra-defined, with an extra sense of heightenment. They're the sort of days that I remember as always being the best when I used to surf a lot, where the air seems to possess a shimmering quality, where you feel its rawness as you breathe it in.
|A mountain that I'd long dreamt about: Causey Pike, North-Western Fells.|
17/03/11. A day of horizontal rain and piercing wind.
Not the best day to be attempting a short, almost grade one, scramble!
|From Hopegill Head or Hobcarton Pike the way westward over Whiteside.|
A walk we'd tried to do in the snows of last winter, but failed miserably.
18/03/11. Another beautiful day in paradise.
|Longside Edge, the way to Skiddaw. Derwent Water in the distance.|
|The red, dome-like summit of Skiddaw. Still a way to go yet!|
|Skiddaw South Summit, looking towards the North-Western and Western fells.|
Very, very cold, with a biting wind. Not the time to be taking in the view.