A day of floodlights sweeping the fells, followed by shadows. On the horizon, a fell of sunlit snow. A kaleidoscope of the elements.
There's a cold wind so we drop below the cairn on Cunswick Fell and sit looking toward Kentmere, trying to make out what we're seeing in all that is subtle and transitory.
Sometimes, when a landscape changes beyond recognition, we forget how it used to be. I shall not forget. I have recorded the wayside flora and its biodiversity, I have photographs over the years in all seasons, I've written about Ghyll Brow in my books and now in blogs so it will not be forgotten.