Sunlit crag and the hanging wood below Scout Scar escarpment A crag on the limestone cliff of Scout Scar escarpment illuminates against an indigo sky. I watch the sun striving to break free of clouds, see the amethyst of birch trees in the hanging wood, see a white-washed farmhouse glimmer ghostly out of the darkness. The fells are hidden under dark skies and storm-clouds gathering in the north.
Quickly to The Mushroom Shelter before another pelting squall of hail. When it;s over the sun comes out and we step forth to see the fells gleaming under snow- the grand reveal.
Quickly to The Mushroom Shelter before another pelting squall of hail. When it;s over the sun comes out and we step forth to see the fells gleaming under snow- the grand reveal.
Deep mud and a blustery wind. Snipe rise from tussocky ground. Fieldfare call in flight. Flood-waters in the Lyth valley.
A fast-paced drama of weather that thrills those who venture forth. A sensational day: visual, as you see, a loud and icy wind that tries to topple you, hail-bearing cloud gathering and sweeping the landscape, darkness and light.
A fast-paced drama of weather that thrills those who venture forth. A sensational day: visual, as you see, a loud and icy wind that tries to topple you, hail-bearing cloud gathering and sweeping the landscape, darkness and light.
On Scout Scar the wind is strong, ferocious on the fells and it's only at mid-day that the hail-bearing clouds sweep south and the sun illuminates a horizon of snow-clad fells.
Outcropping limestone rims the steepest crag on Scout Scar escarpment. From this vantage point, looking north, a deep dark sky. We live poised between darkness and light, like the sunlit farmhouse not quite engulfed in darkness, not yet.
Outcropping limestone rims the steepest crag on Scout Scar escarpment. From this vantage point, looking north, a deep dark sky. We live poised between darkness and light, like the sunlit farmhouse not quite engulfed in darkness, not yet.
As hail-bearing clouds head south toward Morecambe Bay we step forth from the Mushroom Shelter -in awe at the grand reveal- the fells gleaming with snow. Looking south, into the sun, the ground wet with hail, the limestone clitter gleams a stream of light. Pellets of hail melt on my camera lens- the transition of darkness into light, ice into sunlight.
Monday 24th February. A sledge-load of snow on a skylight window. Rain before dawn. Disruptive snow, on the Shap Road with school closures across SW Cumbria.
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