Weather-watching on Scout Scar

Looking north, from Scout Scar escarpment

 Fresh overnight snow gleamed off the Kentmere Fells, to the north.
' I'm surprised to see snow, It's all around  when you reach the top. It's like a gift.'  
I like her way of seeing, and warm to her.
Looking north, sunlight gleamed off snow.  Floodwaters down in the Lyth Valley,  after days of  rain. Pools of water  on the escarpment too, unusual for fast-draining limestone. 

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A skylark sings, a raven croaks and a green woodpecker calls.  There's a cold and blustery south-west wind.  To the north,  the snow-fells gleam. To the south, toward Morecambe Bay, sunlight gleams off floodwaters.  Foulshaw Moss shows as warm colour, looking inviting- wish I could go there.   A soft-grey mass of rain cloud gathers over the fells to the west, and creeps closer, then the temperature drops,  blustery squalls strike,  and  I am  enveloped.  The hardy beasts of Scout Scar don't make a fuss, the Welsh Black cattle do not raise their heads but steadily go on grazing.  Down in the in-bye fields, new lambs take the outdoor life for granted-  here we are, in all weathers.  The rain cloud moves on and the sun is back, making  magic through a rain-soaked atmosphere  and glistening  off the limestone track and top-stones of a wall. All this is so much more exciting than a clear blue sky.
I love reading the weather in a landscape: the Lyth Valley telling of days of rain, the fells showing where snow-clouds unleashed their freight of snow whilst we were sleeping.  And I like reading the skies and seeing how cloudscapes are constantly forming and reforming. You see the contrasts through a sequence of images.