near Heron Pike

... looking towards Langdales (replacing previous shot of Great Rigg - just couldn't decide which to post but thought the cute snowman deserved a showing and it looks like he's slid down from Great Rigg!). In warm sun watching buzzards as I walked up, saddened at the sight of The Field still looking uncared for. I was reminded of Wordsworth's poem 'Michael' as I always am when here and often at other times. It was freezing on top and crampons needed really so didn't go far ... deep snow up to my armpits ... slight exaggeration, but it felt like it was probably good igloo making snow. I may change my mind and post another shot of a cute snowman on the ridge towards Heron Pike.

Extract from William Wordsworth's poem 'Michael'

There is a comfort in the strength of love;
’Twill make a thing endurable, which else
Would overset the brain, or break the heart:
I have conversed with more than one who well
Remember the old Man, and what he was
Years after he had heard this heavy news.        
His bodily frame had been from youth to age
Of an unusual strength. Among the rocks
He went, and still looked up to sun and cloud,
And listened to the wind; and, as before,
Performed all kinds of labour for his sheep,        
And for the land, his small inheritance.
And to that hollow dell from time to time
Did he repair, to build the Fold of which
His flock had need. ’Tis not forgotten yet
The pity which was then in every heart        
For the old Man—and ’tis believed by all
That many and many a day he thither went,
And never lifted up a single stone.