Loweswater

Monday, our last day, was a day of sharp frost and bright sunshine.  We decided on a walk through the woods along the side of Loweswater to the Kirkstile Inn for lunch.

It was one of those days when everything seems lit from the inside, as though seen for the first time.  We have walked this path many times of course.

Looking towards Grasmoor.

The beeches still clung to their leaves, although fall is far advanced.

Barely a ripple on the lake, creating these amazing optical effects.

Hedgerow trees in full berry.  Something suggests a harsh winter to come.

On the way back, and this was still early afternoon, dark shadows were already being cast by the fell behind.  The sun sets early in some of these valleys.