Saturday 5th May 2012, 12.40pm (day 254)
There are definitely worse places to have one’s lunch. (See my other blog for more pictures from today.)
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Walker on Hindscarth
Friday 13th April 2012, 1.15pm (day 232)
Taken on the 54th walk of my project to climb all the mountains in the English Lake District. Is it any wonder that it was this which got me fully into photography in the first place. It’s a subject that just gives & gives.
Incidentally, the snow-covered peak second right is Scafell Pike, the highest mountain in England. The dome to far right is Great Gable. Between where the walker (and photographer) stand and the slope behind is a steep valley holding the motor road of Honister Pass.
Walkers on Great Dodd
Tuesday 7th February 2012, 12.50pm (day 166)
No, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t sit and let today’s weather pass unused. I’ll catch up on Sunday instead. It was worth it.
Plenty more pictures from today have been uploaded onto my other blog.
Latrigg, early morning
Monday 16th January 2012, 8.30am (day 144)
Fourth and final day in the Lake District, with glorious weather throughout – a stroke of great luck, seeing as we booked the weekend months ago, taking a gamble. Just proves that the British weather can do pretty much what it wants, at any time. Today I set off early, wanting to get one more walk in but still needing to be home at a reasonable hour. The sun came up as I made my way round the southern slopes of Blencathra and caught this view of the half moon over Derwentwater and the little hill of Latrigg: one I still have to bag for my project. 154 done now, 60 to go.
The saddle of Blencathra
Saturday 14th January 2012, 12.05pm (day 142)
Taken at about 2,800 feet up. (You want that in metres – work it out!) I was very proud of Joe for having got up his first really substantial mountain. I also note, on this shot, quite how tall he is getting.
Not the Lake District, but so what
Thursday 5th January 2012, 1.10pm (day 133)
Today was one of those miraculous days of brightness after days of rain (and more forecast). Let’s not dwell on Virgin Trains’ inability to get me to the Lake District, as I had planned. I had to turn back at Preston. It didn’t matter. I went out walking at home instead, up Stoodley Pike and round to Cragg Vale. Windy, but spectacular day. See all the best photos from it on my Flickr site.
Being 42 