A fine spring morning in the Lake District, and a quick walk up Striding Edge, across a sparkling and clear summit and back down Swirral Edge. The sunlight that warmed the valley kept shining, but couldn't overcome the higher cold and snow.
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| Climbing the ridge | Above the snowline on Striding Edge | |||
On the descent Gus decided to see if the fresh meltwater gushing down the shady mountainside had been warmed by some magical force...
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| A springtime dip | |||
...it hadn't.