Watendlath

An early morning trip up to Watendlath - dropped Debs off at Ashness Bridge  for a run, and I drove up to do some photography. I was there early enough to get sunlight skimming the north side of the Pack Horse Bridge, which I think worked particularly well. (Of course it looks best LARGE)!

Good job I spent some time there, Deb arrived at Watendlath sporting cuts on both arms, knees, legs and a bumped chin - she'd had a fall on the rocks. She at first said she'd run home over the tops, but I persuaded her to come back home by car, where we cleaned up her wounds and dressed them.