
![]() Skylark are singing and the laughing call of Green Woodpecker comes out of the mist, out of the stillness. Mist suffuses the woods below the escarpment and a dense white pall fills the Lyth Valley. Wisps of white cloud drift above its western fringe with a hint of the fells with illuminated white cloud above, then clear blue sky. The weather forecast had suggested the sun would burn off the fog but it did not. By mid-day the blue was gone and mist came down over Scout Scar. A runner passed by, ' just clag, isn't it?' But what a glorious few hours had preceded it.
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![]() Through wind and showers I thought I heard skylark over Kendal Race Course but could see nothing. Not the full song but a contact call I recognise. Then the sun broke through cloud, a hint of blue appeared and I headed for skylark territory. The moment I reached the spot I had predicted a male skylark rose in full song, a year to the day. Not a chance encounter, I had hoped and prayed and here they are on cue. My first skylark of 2025 and spring is in the air. ![]() If this image were not mine, if I had to date it, I'd say February. It's the beginning of the breeding season for moles and pastures are patterned with mole hills, those mounds of fine soil that mark the course of their tunnelling underground. By mid-February there are snowdrops and daylight hours grow longer. Looking down over the trees fringing Nobles' Rest there are hazel catkins fully opened. Toward Scout Scar catkins bide their time and it will be some while before the first tree flowers show. ![]() On Scout Scar escarpment a lone figure stands looking west over the Lyth Valley toward the fells, south toward Morecambe Bay. Wait a while, perhaps he’ll share the moment and what it means. Peace, often we seek peace. Here is Eden. a lady told me once. She had come to Kendal to care for her mother and would take home to her a benediction from Scout Scar. |
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