.........the view of coniston water from brantwood, john ruskin's old pad

.........kerry, lorraine and ray stroll through the old guy's garden

.........coniston water

.........ruskin's throne

.........fired by the seven lamps of architecture

.........road back to coniston

.........sunset over the old man of coniston

.........next morning we wake to blue april skies

.........and head up into the hills

.........looks like we've got company

.........fell runners race against the wind

.........but the sheep always win

.........after a long day of walking we stop to rebalance our electrolytes

.........another gorgeous sunset from brantwood

.........next day we set our sights on the langdale pikes

.........gale-force winds blow the clouds across the sky like pac-man ghosts

.........kerry tries not to get blown over

.........granite cemetery

.........top of the pikes

.........nicely carved headstone, but you'd want nothing less for JR (just not so sure about the swastika)

.........good place for a session

.........bluebell knoll above windermere

.........i kill some time while waiting for my train

.........and make some new friends

.........on the way back to london, a brief appearance in preston