Dodd Crag

from Brown Knotts

Plan A abandoned so went into town to do various odds and sods. Treated myself to a couple of books at the Hedgehog bookshop. Bit of a first, who knows, I might even manage to read. Then I ran the van to Keswick and walked up Walla Crag and on towards Bleaberry Fell.
Extras - looking towards Causey Pike and Skiddaw

Walked with Wallace Stevens in mind and reckon he’s very worthy of posting again ....

The Snowman

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.