I would have liked to have climbed higher up the ridge, but with cloud boiling over the tops of High Street and the surrounding fells, it would have been pointless. Instead accompanied by the raucous call of Ravens I stayed relatively low and enjoyed the spectacle of clouds racing across the cliffs above Blea Water and dissipating as they hit the colder air to the north.
Text/images Copyright David Forster/www.bluestoneimages.com
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