For a few years Eskdale and Wasdale were my favourite valleys. I liked to stay at Eskdale, at that time using a farm house, and take drives over to Wasdale. It’s a long trip from Manchester so I would stop at Cockley Beck and walk up to Great Moss, High Gait Crags, and return over Crinkle Crags which you see here. Then I’d continue to Eskdale, rushing to get a pub meal before they stopped serving.

When you walk up Mosedale to High Gait Crags, which is this viewpoint, you have views to the Scafells in the other direction. I remember one occasion I drove over to Wasdale after a few days then climbed the Scafells. One moment I was looking at the Scafells in the distance. Then I was walking the Scafells looking across to High Gait Crags and Crinkle Crags.

I knew it was coming. As I walked High Gait Crags there was a delicious feeling that I would be there – the Scafells – in a few days. The two experiences blended across time, one with anticipation, the other with backward memory. You map the Lake District in your imagination. I’ve written about this in sophisticated terms making reference to academic practices and cultural geography.

In essence it’s very simple. You walk regularly, get to know a place, sense it in imagination, and blend the two together as you walk. I remember this moment very clearly. It was about ten years ago. Walking the hills, the early evening light didn’t seem particularly remarkable. I thought a photograph with these colours might be implausible.

 

Orange Crinkle Crags

Monday August 3, 2015