Old light in a New Year

Where else to start a New Year than a wander on the fells. Wrapped warm against a bracing wind we took a careful lazy amble out from Middle Busk to a hill with no name on paths seldom trod.

My first ever blip was taken within a mile of here and holds more than a passing resemblance to this. Then as now, despite tough times and great times, my hope was to catch as many moments like this as possible, to know I looked. What I've learnt over the last four years is that the more you look the more you find.