Old Man of Coniston
The Old Man of Coniston at 803 metres (2276 feet) is the seventh highest mountain in England and I can see it from my house. With half an hour's drive to Coniston village, I can be on the summit (if pushed) two hours after that. Normally it takes quite a bit longer than that because there is so much to see on the way.
Foxgloves seem to spring up...
...almost overnight
A wild rose graces the day
A stunted juniper clings to an existence in a rock crevice
...likewise a Rowan in bloom
6 Comments:
Lovely Maalie! Is that a stone wall in one of the pictures? If so, would you mind if I had a copy of it - I've been looking for a good one via the internet for a blog post I want to do but haven't found one - they line the fields in the old part of the Appalachian mountains where I'm from.
Nice hat!
Maalie,
I'm sure that beer tasted good! You're a man on the move, and great to see on pics what you see and breathe firsthand. It's amazing, the tenacity of life.
I like the story Susan tells on her blog! That's another book you need to write, with sketches and pictures included.
Again, you have excelled yourself!
Fit as a Maalie king I would say!
Wonderful photography, a beautiful spot indeed. I'm sure that beer tasted good, huh?
Lovely trip! Your pictures are excellent! I also love hiking and mountain climbing very much, I do it mainly in Austria. And: I also love to drink a cool beer when mission is accomplished... ;)
No rowing on the lake this time? It looked like a splendid day for a walk and a well deserved ale.
B.B
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