I often walk in the same places, some times day after day. Shadow never seems to care so long as she is able to charge around and play fetch the ball. She is only 15 months old but she has really got the hang of it now and recently I haven’t had to play “go find the ball that Shadow has dropped randomly in the field when she found something more interesting to do”. However this morning when we ventured forth at 7.30 I was struck by the change of scenery. I could’t say a lack of a view, but there was certainly a lack of Little Mell Fell. It is often the case that the mist comes down and tickles her summit but rarely does she completely disappear. I don’t know whether fells can be female, but I don’t see why not on this occasion. Shadow didn’t seem to notice the conjuring trick that Mother Nature had played. Later that day and perhaps because I am a creature of habit, Shadow and I went out for our second walk of the day and took the same course as in the morning and low and behold, she had returned unharmed and unaffected. Nonetheless I thought something I often say to others that the landscape in the Lakes is constantly moving and evolving. No view is ever the same twice. Despite this platitude of mine, I don’t genuinely register the fact as a truism. But just look.
A crowded sky, full of brooding clouds.
The same view but a completely different scene and a change of atmosphere, instead of the mists, the clouds have risen a little and look like they are going to rain down upon us and of course they did. Now usually I don’t go out for a third walk with Shadow or at least not a meaningful third walk but on this day I couldn’t help but go out again. The cumulus had lifted and the sky appeared blue. You can never get tired of the same view in the Lakes because it never really is the same.
A crowded sky, full of brooding clouds.
The cumulus had lifted and the sky appeared blue. You can never get tired of the same view in the Lakes because it never really is the same.
