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The weather is great again with sunshine and blue skies.

No need for a big walk today after yesterday's outing

so Jenna suggested a local stroll . . .

on the fell she could see from her bedroom window.

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The pictures start after our climb up from the village,

across the fields and through the gates

and to the point where the path starts to curl

behind the slopes of Watching Crag.

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On the way we talked to neighbours and ex-colleagues

whom we met unexpectedly,

so that would have slowed us down nicely

but made us forget the camera !

Looking back and the noteable aspect of the view was that white icing on the cake,

the layer of bright, white snow that covered the high fells opposite.

From the top of the zig-zag climb, the path opened out and we walked across to the top of Watching Crag.

The lovely view returned as we reached close to the edge.

Harry and Dylan were instructed to ignore it in favour of fame and fortune in a quick photo.

The path undulates as it crosses the ridge way.

At one point we passed this damp spot with a large set of rush grasses instead of moorland grass,

. . . makes a change as a foreground !

Big skies . . . as Jenna and I walk along toward the summit of Low Fell.

Summit photo . . . by Ann.

Perhaps it was about now that Jenna planned her next walk . . . . Grasmoor opposite.

A sneak view around the back of the southern summit cairn . . . it doesn't show the cool breeze however.

The view from the "viewpoint" southern cairn . . . looking down on the cottage and the classic view up the valley.

Another happy daughter picture . . . she's reached the top of the fell she saw from below.

Time for a photo opportunity for us apparently . . . smile please !

Hold your cursor over the picture to continue the fun.

From the top we cut down to the circular sheepfold . . . it looks more like a dog-fold in this picture.

Heading down to the old Pine Tree.

The four ponies that live on the fell are down by the tree today.

Two black miniature horses, one white one and a stocky two-tone.

	They are friendly souls and most attentive, rather too attentive perhaps. - - - o o o - - - The black and white one was very inquisitive and followed us around. - - - o o o - - - We offered him a few dog treats but they didn't quite fit the bill so he returned back up the fell to his mates !

Ann stopped for a chat . . . Harry seems unconcerned . . . more interested in a stick he had found.

Jenna and I take a few extra moments to look down at the view before moving on.

The route home took us down to Whinny Ridding woods.

A gap in the trees gave us an alpine view of Grasmoor.

Walking down the field from Foulsyke House . . . Low Fell was behind us now.

Across the small stream at an old pool marked on ancient maps as a fish pond for the big house.

Home once again . . . all that's needed now is to go and fetch the car that we left in Thackthwaite.

Anyone coming with us to fetch the car . . . or are you too busy sleeping ?

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