Glenridding

I fell asleep last night to the pitter patter of rain on the tent. I find that somewhat soporific. This morning the tent flap was frozen solid and a shower of frost fell as I forced it open. Outside was cloudless and the sun was already shining across Ullswater onto the fells of Birkhouse Moor, Raise and Sheffield Pike, topped with fresh snow. It was going to be a cracking day.

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