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.
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.