If there is one thing that is constant in life, it is the hills. Always there, those scalloped edges of green.
The hill in the photograph, is called Blencathra, recently put up for sale by Lord Lonsdale. Of course anyone can roam across countryside here, as long as one does`nt damage crops. A great riding area, most people give this place a miss, mainly due to it not being in the centre of the Lake District. But that is why I love it, lonely and still has a wild feel.
Its a long climb upwards, but using the old Lead miners track helps. Nearly all semblance of industry has gone, maybe the odd ruin, or metal derrick.
A short graze for the horses, on old hill grass, listen to the Skylarks and then a slow ride back to the trailer for a mug of tea.
A last look back.