A Spring holiday

We all need to take time off. When that time is spent in beauty and quiet it's effects are deep and profound. I was lucky enough to spend the bank holiday weekend in the this peaceful valley. The wild daffodils were just finishing, but the woods were full of birdsong. Wild garlic, wood anemones and primroses took advantage of the brief time before the canopy closes over. I saw red and roe deer, a red squirrel, peregrine falcons, swifts buzzards, ravens. Cuckoos sang in the distance.

The fields were full of tiny leaping black dots, lambs of the local Herdwick sheep, whose lives are so tough that they leave giving birth until late April, weeks after their softer cousins elsewhere in Britain,

A welcome break.

Wild garlic on the old slate track

Primroses and wild garlic

I may be nearly 15, but I can still get up here!

Herdwick lambs

The old ruined hunting lodge

Spring colours emerging