I have a grave intent...

... to define the moment.  


The moment we got off the bus at the Honister Slate Mine and I knew there would be, well, slate.  But I was beautifully amazed.


Just look at those monoliths!  Which one would be your gravestone?  which shape would be you?  Would you need the hazard tape?


And then, further forward, what would you use all those bits, off cuts, shards for? 


And then to the back of the slate yard.  What are all those old objects doing there and where on earth have they come from?  Why are they there, in a yard of a slate mine in the north of England on a drizzly day, miles from the closest town, at a height of  1167 feet above sea level?


And the monoliths are on the march...


(For Monomonday175 - Defining the Moment )

Today we had a fantastic journey on three different buses:  two small ones wending their way along the narrow, bendy, upsy downsy Whinlatter and Honister Passes, the other, an open top double decker heading back towards Keswick, and then the rest on foot for 23,300 steps.  Feet are aching, we've seen lots of Herdwick sheep, lambs and full grown, flowers, lakes, fells, we've missed two buses, got rather damp, seen the beginnings of a small hydro electric scheme, sampled soup, sticky toffee pudding and Home reared Herdwick lamb steaks from Rosthwaite.  What a brilliant day we've had!