Windows
10th January 2016
10th Jan 16
Windows
I have been spending too much time just peering forlornly through the window, looking into a murky, grey world of endless rain. Even though I cannot escape the gloom I have a sense of optimism as there is anticipated change in the weather. With the approach of Spring (and despite the recent Armageddon predictions of forecasters) thing will soon improve.
Therefore, I grab every moment, how few and rare, where there might be just the slightest break in the weather. It doesn't matter how subtle as any respite from the torrential downpours are precious. Windows of hope, that look out to that moment when every storm weakens. As the cold front passes over, or a change in the wind direction making the clouds temporarily break. For these are the moments I have been staring so intently out of the window.
As I have noted in previous blogs, the recent weather has been extraordinary, even for the standards of the Lake District. The effects of the weather have had a disarming impact on mind, body and soul of all have had to experience it. With the wind and rain battering the windows and the clouds almost touching the roof, it is difficult to shed the feeling of being besieged. I hanker for the Fell tops. Therefore, my recent foray onto the hills west of Wasdale and my escape over the high ground of Duddon have been particularly special as these occasions gave a freeing of both body and soul.
On my first foray I managed to grab a few hours on Middle Fell, at the western end of Wastwater. Ascending was difficult as the terrain was every wet. Hwowever, this monor inconvenience was made up by coming to a peaceful Greendale Tarn and then later experiencing the most amazing sunlight projected onto Scafell Pike and Yewbarrow. I saw no other person and was able to enjoy a peaceful, though cold day in the mountains.
Then a few days later I was again cold, this time due to a change in weather, with strong winds and snow laying on the tops. Once again I spent my day not seeing anyone else as I headed up onto White Pike, White Maiden (the southern Fells of Coniston). On this journey I was accompanied by a pair of Ravens and Buzzard who, despite the winds, were managing to glide gracefully high above. Once back down in Duddon I had a rare sight of two Marsh Tits.
Even though the views were transitory, with each clear window being darkened by passing showers or enclosed by a curtain of cloud. It was good to get out into the mountain air and excercise an unfit body. Soon the weather will change, probably snow this time as there is a definite chill in the air, but I look forward to grabbing more of these windows in the weather.
Windows
I have been spending too much time just peering forlornly through the window, looking into a murky, grey world of endless rain. Even though I cannot escape the gloom I have a sense of optimism as there is anticipated change in the weather. With the approach of Spring (and despite the recent Armageddon predictions of forecasters) thing will soon improve.
Therefore, I grab every moment, how few and rare, where there might be just the slightest break in the weather. It doesn't matter how subtle as any respite from the torrential downpours are precious. Windows of hope, that look out to that moment when every storm weakens. As the cold front passes over, or a change in the wind direction making the clouds temporarily break. For these are the moments I have been staring so intently out of the window.
As I have noted in previous blogs, the recent weather has been extraordinary, even for the standards of the Lake District. The effects of the weather have had a disarming impact on mind, body and soul of all have had to experience it. With the wind and rain battering the windows and the clouds almost touching the roof, it is difficult to shed the feeling of being besieged. I hanker for the Fell tops. Therefore, my recent foray onto the hills west of Wasdale and my escape over the high ground of Duddon have been particularly special as these occasions gave a freeing of both body and soul.
On my first foray I managed to grab a few hours on Middle Fell, at the western end of Wastwater. Ascending was difficult as the terrain was every wet. Hwowever, this monor inconvenience was made up by coming to a peaceful Greendale Tarn and then later experiencing the most amazing sunlight projected onto Scafell Pike and Yewbarrow. I saw no other person and was able to enjoy a peaceful, though cold day in the mountains.
Then a few days later I was again cold, this time due to a change in weather, with strong winds and snow laying on the tops. Once again I spent my day not seeing anyone else as I headed up onto White Pike, White Maiden (the southern Fells of Coniston). On this journey I was accompanied by a pair of Ravens and Buzzard who, despite the winds, were managing to glide gracefully high above. Once back down in Duddon I had a rare sight of two Marsh Tits.
Even though the views were transitory, with each clear window being darkened by passing showers or enclosed by a curtain of cloud. It was good to get out into the mountain air and excercise an unfit body. Soon the weather will change, probably snow this time as there is a definite chill in the air, but I look forward to grabbing more of these windows in the weather.