To the north, toward Blencathra, sunlight on snow. Over Place Fell, a roiling mass of cloud. Vistas from Gowbarrow Fell, a sweep of heather and tussocks where the Hodgson’s Herdwicks graze, and at my feet the flora of the fells toward the winter solstice.
High-stepping through heather I go, through grassy tussocks, between hummocks of sphagnum mosses, ericas, cross-leaved heath and crowberry. On the cranberry trail, with creeping strands of tiny leaves over sphagnum moss.