With the forecast looking good I decided before I went to bed that today I would walk up the path the goes almost to the top of Kirkstone Pass.

When I got up and everything was grey my motivation disappeared. By 10 o’clock there was a hint of brightness. I made some sandwiches and packed them along with a piece of flapjack, carton of juice and camera with a small, light lens.

There are two ways for me to reach the path. One goes through the fields of Roundhill Farm and the other stays on Kirkstone Road for longer. I chose the fields, knowing that I’ve turned back before because of livestock.

I’ve never seen cattle here* and while Daddy Highland seemed happy eating and the path went off to the right of the photo, I wasn’t taking any chances. By the time I’d gone back to the road I didn’t feel like heading uphill to take the other route so ate my packed lunch back at home.

* it’s usually sheep, the Highlands are in two fields with no public footpath going through and other cattle are sometimes in the one I’d just walked through.