Black Crag

There has been little chance for me to get out on the fells over this last couple of weeks but today there was an opportunity but the weather forecast seemed to scupper any plans I had. Today’s mission was to beat the forecast rain, hail, thunder…

The rather glamorous weather from last week has gone for now; the snow has all but melted and the blue sky is just a memory and left behind is a more typical December day – a bit grey and dull. I had time for a short walk up to Black Fell and it felt warmer than the temperature gauge said thankfully.

It was really quite mild, still and warm this morning though the sky was for the most part leaden with the sun occasionally trying to shine through. The views were through general haziness and Casper has found a return to puppydom with his latest sleek hairstyle.

It really put some rain down last night and everywhere was very wet. This morning’s walk up to Black Fell was done in showery weather but I think we probably caught it right as we managed to dodge the worst of them. I think Angus was wondering where all the people and dogs had gone from last weeks walk to Helvellyn and it seemed as if he was expecting everyone to turn up again!

There were dull, grey skies this morning and all views from the fells were obliterated by the clouds. All was peace and tranquillity at Tarn Hows, that well known and often visited beauty spot, when I arrived first thing. The silence was deafening and there wasn’t even an Angus-bark to break it!

It was a bit grim this morning, so we decided on an outing to the popular tourist destination of Tarn Hows. Connie was in good spirits so we extended it to take in Black Fell, a great achievement for a 4 year old. Back at the ranch, Angus continues his recuperation and looked longingly as we left..