Queensberry

As I said, the last time I was here was over two years ago, when I was photographing horses in the mist on the top of Queensberry.

Today I was on my own, carrying my pack full of sleeping stuff so going slowly but steadily uphill. On the top, I remembered the horses, the riders all dressed smartly, Jan carrying in her saddlebag the healing water from the Hartfell spring. Good memories.

I met not a single person on my walk back to the car. All was peaceful except for the cry of buzzards and crows. A lovely walk.