The Howgills Massif

I can't think of another mountain range in the UK that can be viewed en masse, complète, whole.
These are special hills, old old hills. Their name is derived from the old Norse for steep hills and narrow valleys. Made from a very hard form of sandstone that has resisted the weathering of millenia, they have a unique rounded shape starkly different to the crags of the adjacent Dale's and Lakeland, Wainwright called them the sleeping elephants - mammoths seems more apt. This complex landform has in turn made then resistant to settlement from man - giving them a surprisingly wild feel for an area you can walk around in a long day.
Today Missy & Me wandered out in a place of peace and hope - Fox's Pulpit, a place steeped in local history. We walked and we talked, we laughed and we remembered a beautiful white dog who loved it here, we sat and looked out at these fabulous hills, time well spent.

Then this afternoon an unexpected call to go help assess new Community First Responders for the Ambulance Service, honoured and humbled to be asked. As ever learnt a lot and hope I passed on a thing or two.