Ethereal light glowed over Lingmoor Fell. The Langdales rose snow-clad and, through binoculars, I could make out Stake Pass and Rossett Pike. Descending from Bowfell, the ridge known as The Band was brilliant in sunlight. Through the morning, cloud began to gather, casting shadows over the fells. Winter woods coloured-up, faded, plunged into gloom. On Scout Scar there was a scatter of light snow, the bracken slopes of Lingmoor seem free of it. Ice on Brigsteer Road: flashing lights warned a car had overturned- its occupants appeared unharmed.
Jan Wiltshire is a writer and naturalist living in Cumbria. She take photographs.