Windswept on Whin RIgg, above Wast Water Squalls off the Atlantic sounded loud about Wasdale Hall where we slept lightly, if we slept at all. The wind whistled and squalled through the open window, the eye of the wind. My dreams swirled over Wast Water and in the lull between downpours I heard the cry of the tawny owl. Snug in my top bunk I felt as if I were voyaging into Atlantic weather and The Shipping Forecast.
To the sound of lapping waves, we walked the shore of Wast Water and headed steeply up onto Whin Rigg. The wind made visible, that’s what I’d like to show.
To the sound of lapping waves, we walked the shore of Wast Water and headed steeply up onto Whin Rigg. The wind made visible, that’s what I’d like to show.
My friends’ long hair blew in the wind and as we came off Illgill Head most of us were clutching at our hoods as the wind snatched and inflated them. Waves of pale moorland grasses rippled over the fell in a warm and thrilling wind.
We sat overlooking Wast Water and talked about the fell runner Joss Naylor who was born at Middle Row Farm at Wasdale Head, So when the wind grabbed my hat and flew with it I forgot myself and sprinted in pursuit. ' Leave it, leave it.' The Wasdale Screes are over the edge and I alarmed Alison who mistook me for an ordinary mortal and hadn’t grasped this was my Joss Naylor moment. I don’t know what happened on Whin Rigg but I hope I can conjure that invigorated self again, I felt inspired.
After 12.2 miles and over 3000 feet of ascent we came down off Irton Fell into rough and boggy ground with a flora I love. So I abandoned my Joss Naylor persona and began to take photographs.
We sat overlooking Wast Water and talked about the fell runner Joss Naylor who was born at Middle Row Farm at Wasdale Head, So when the wind grabbed my hat and flew with it I forgot myself and sprinted in pursuit. ' Leave it, leave it.' The Wasdale Screes are over the edge and I alarmed Alison who mistook me for an ordinary mortal and hadn’t grasped this was my Joss Naylor moment. I don’t know what happened on Whin Rigg but I hope I can conjure that invigorated self again, I felt inspired.
After 12.2 miles and over 3000 feet of ascent we came down off Irton Fell into rough and boggy ground with a flora I love. So I abandoned my Joss Naylor persona and began to take photographs.
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