Pen-y-Ghent. Peeping.

Braving showers, fleeting glimpses of light appeared. One of the good side-effects of being pregnant - and therefore completely knackered at all times, and out of breath at nothing at all, is that we've been exploring some of the low-level walks nearby instead of always going dashing up mountains. Today, a walk from Stackhouse overSmearsett Scar to Feizor. Shameful not to have done it before, really. But then - here we are spoiled rather.