Up the Knipe

Top of Knipe Scar looking across to Blencathra. 

Cool air, warm sun and not too windy. L’s leg is giving her some gip, but she cranks on like a warrior.

Extra is taken by D (now Mr B) as we took a flapjack break, looking back across to Shap limeworks. Actually I prefer his image, but pride got the better of me.

I thought D deserved a title, so he shall henceforth be known here as Mr B. I replaced my avatar which I’d managed to delete. Familiar view.