T'other way

Looking North, North-East from the lounge, opposite direction to last night's sunset.

A bitterly cold day today, snow flurries and hail on and off, glorious light to finish.

I was going to blip the 'rock art' columns that have appeared all over the top of the Scar today. Here, where the geology and the nature are of such national importance, where its the far far reaching views that give wonder, they seem more like graffiti.
Bu. Always a but.
In these troubled times perhaps they gave someone an escape for a while (a long while as there's a worrying number of them). Perhaps they gave someone a break.
I'll leave them a while and then knock them down when my inner grumpy old man gets too much.