East of the river, Rainsborrow Crag rises above adits tunnelled into the fell, above scree slopes. A peregrine calls from high above the crag and a brief shower makes the air cooler.
Scree slopes or spoil from quarrying, it's hard to tell.
Throughout Kentmere there's a fusion of nature and man's influence in the landscape. And I like to tease out the story. In all these images you can see it- stone gathered to build walls, to make a sheep fold. Here beside the River Kent is a fold of traditional design: circles to gather the flock from the fell, then a smaller enclosure debouching into a pool where shepherds could wash their sheep. Patterns of farming have changed and sheep folds are of the past. The first lambs appear lower in the dale and as we head up the valley we pass the farmer from Brockstones driving out to feed his Rough Fell flock. Judy spies a line of ewes heading up the fellside and I'm reminded of a gathering I watched, as the farmers of the dale brought their flocks down from Kentmere Common. I'd completed a walk, bought eggs from Brow Top Farm where the farmer's wife told me her husband was out at a gathering. So I headed back up the dale to look and listen. Can't resist a gathering.
We were puzzled to see how low water-levels were in Kentmere Reservoir and could not account for it.