It's Grim Up North!
28th December 2013
Since I have arrived in Cumbria it has been storm following storm. This has limited my exploration of my new home, particularly as many roads have been closed due to flooding. However, between each storm there is the 'quiet' where there is an opportunity to steal a few hours in the Fells.
I aimed for familiar ground and ended up climbing Loughrigg and Silver Howe, before descending to charming, slate quarry village of Chapel Stile. The greyness of the stone cottages starting to mimic the darkening skies.
Throughout the day the mountains were often resplendent, as Autumn colours seemed to be holding on for an extended stay. The colours almost vibrated when the sun, very occasionally, broke through the cloud. Unfortunately, this was only a temporary state, but one worth waiting for.
As the cloud lowered once again and the winds strengthened I headed into the nearest and cheeriest of hostelries.
I aimed for familiar ground and ended up climbing Loughrigg and Silver Howe, before descending to charming, slate quarry village of Chapel Stile. The greyness of the stone cottages starting to mimic the darkening skies.
Throughout the day the mountains were often resplendent, as Autumn colours seemed to be holding on for an extended stay. The colours almost vibrated when the sun, very occasionally, broke through the cloud. Unfortunately, this was only a temporary state, but one worth waiting for.
As the cloud lowered once again and the winds strengthened I headed into the nearest and cheeriest of hostelries.