The sliver of distant blue is Bassenthwaite. The lake used to be joined with Derwentwater. Crummock Water used to be joined with Buttermere, Rydal Water used to be joined with Grasmere. These are glacial Lake District valleys carved and gouged from ice. One of the qualities of hill walking is how you immerse yourself in time. Walk the streets of London, Manchester, Glasgow, Paris, New York, Tokyo, Berlin, and you find an ephemeral landscape which didn’t exist fifty years ago and won’t exist fifty or a hundred from now. They are snapshot moments filled with the immediacy of city fizz like a bottle of lemonade. It froths then goes flat.

Lake District hills are some of the oldest in the world. They used to be Himalayan in size. Time wore them down to manageable proportion. It may be no coincidence too that Seathwaite, not far from here, is statistically the wettest place in England. Water is the universal solvent. It eventually dissolves everything.

 

Lake District: Photography: Toward Catbells

Friday March 6, 2015