Not far from Black Crag our leader John Edmondson paused to tell us that the circle of stones at our feet is the remains of a bark peeler's hut- one of half a dozen in the Lake District. Next morning, I begin to read-up on the woodland economy, based on Furness Abbey from medieval times. And I see both map and landscape in a different way.
Writing of the day, I realise that a purist might question my shifting between tenses, not distinguishing between past and present but mingling them. Today in the fells is a journey through time and place. The cache of images shows an involvement with the moment, the ever-changing light and the elements. But all around us there are stories of the past, if only we are able to read them. Of the past reaching back to the earliest influence of Furness Abbey: it's wealth, power and influence. A history and a natural history at different times, different seasons.