Grasmere.
The route took us to the summits of Fairfield, Helm Crag, Silver Howe and Loughrigg. The ground was surprisingly wet after rain during the week, while further south in Manchester had remained as dry as ever. Having left home in a cloudless dawn, the Lakeland fells were disappearing into low-hanging clouds. They added to the mystique. On the descent from Fairfield I was very lucky in having the clouds part to reveal spectacular views of Grisedale Tarn. The path appeared to drop vertiginously off the edge of the mountain to the water below. For other participants the clouds did not part, but they created a different spectacle of a Brocken spectre as the sun cast their shadow onto the clouds at their feet.
All the pictures are here.
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