Camping

Though not of the campsite variety.

We ended here, by blind tarn on Dow crag, after a day walking among dramatic clouds swirling around the old man of coniston.

So here, our tents glowing like tiny lanterns in our little niche on the dark fellside, we watch the last of the light, Chris, Jen, Tom and I. And the three dogs.

To awaken to the thick mist that came in just after sunrise. But only one of us was daft enough to be up watching for it...