Morecambe Bay from Birkrigg Common.

Sunset over Ulverston and The Hoad monument with the Fairfield Horseshoe beyond.

The Coniston fells.

Lowering sun.

Blackpool Tower across the bay.

Lowering sun lights up the offshore wind farm.

Birkrigg Common.

Melting away the day.

Going...

...gone. Monday was lovely and sunny so I wanted to visit Wasdale to see what it was like there and I wasn't disappointed - it was absolutely fantastic. Wast Water was flat calm and the views were clear - obviously, many of the shots are similar but it is a nice view...

The classic view, or one of them. Yewbarrow, Great Gable and Lingmell.

Similar, but different.

Reflected giants.

A different perspective with the dark and brooding screes reflected.

From a different place.

Lingmell and the Scafells.

Scafell Pike and Scafell.

I think this was my favourite of them all, those colours have run into the water.

The Screes.

Reflected Screes.

Britain's favourite view...with some mountains and a lake as well! I spent so long soaking in the delights of beautiful Wasdale, I ran out of time for the planned walk but decided to stop off at little Irton Pike for a quick walk and a different perspective.

Harter Fell and Green Crag from the climb to Irton Pike. When I set off up this way it looked easy peasy and Dougal seemed quite keen on it to. It was a direct ascent from the start of the felled section, it should no problem at all. Well, it was until about a third of the way up when we encountered the fells trees, the thick gorse, the thick and prickly brambles... an army assault course. Once we were into the thick of it there was no going back and it took twice as long as if I'd gone right round. At one point I was sure I would get through to an enchanted castle and find sleeping beauty. Did anyone hear any loud cursing from over this way yesterday?

At least the views made up for it! Buckbarrow, Seatallan, Red Pike and Middle Fell from Irton Pike.

Wasdale, this time from a bit further away. Those trees are growing quickly and the walk is now through an avenue of trees, it feels much more like a forest than last time I was here.

Whin Rigg, the top of The Screes.

Colourful trees.

No wonder they have long tongues after that climb.

Sun reflected in Morecambe Bay. Keep in mind that big bank of cloud out there.

Wast Water and the giants.

The way back. On the way home, at Wreaks above Broughton...

The Hand of Doom reaches out to for the Coniston fells. That big bank of cloud mentioned earlier was now rolling right into the Lake District.