Where lonely larches lean

A fabulous sunrise was still glimmering across the Eastern sky as I made the breakfast coffee - the day looked laden with promise.
I thought of a journey out somewhere, more places of significance to share with a young pup, the big hills beckoning but realistically still out of reach. 
And then, like a errant sunbeam refracted back in loving memory I remembered where I'd often wander with Pushka in her latter years. Somewhere that now has equal appeal for Missy's youngster years. 
So off to the Knott we headed, wending a way through the grikes, patches of ground still frozen in anticipation, frost snapping as we stepped. When the favourite tree came into view I knew I'd made the right choice, just far enough, wild in a familiar way, magically calming as ever. An adventure still in sight of home, a place for man and pooch to sit and be. 

Missy mostly wanted to drink from the puddled limestone pools, but I'm pretty sure she enjoyed it lots, it will become a favourite place for her too I'm sure.