The route we took today going in a counterclockwise direction

This was strange. This Jay was standing on the railing and we assumed it would fly away as we approached but it stayed where it was while we stood looking at it. We concluded that it was being fed by the occupiers of the adjacent cottage.

An old abandoned damn in the valley

As we approached Grisedale Pike the clouds rolled in on a fresh breeze

At the summit of Grisedale Pike it had become very thick and there were no views to be seen

Of course as we descended the weather began to clear.

Descending the gorgeous rounded ridge

Braithwaite comes into view as we lose altitude