Blea Water from Long Stile

A lovely day helping a friend recharge her batteries and feed the soul after some recent hard knocks.
I got a lie in and a late start whilst C drove up from Wales. Nowhere in the Lakes is really quiet anymore, but our timings and some obtuse route choices meant we hardly saw a soul once we got away from the total parking chaos.
In no particular order we got incredibly hot, snowed on, frozen, sunburn and wind blasted.
It's not something I've ever given much thought but there aren't many wild deer in Wales... so C was blown away to see them (wild Reds) in Riggindale. As you'll see in extras she even got a pair of souveniers to take home.