Looking up the head of the valley. The Inn is the white building in the middle.
This is one of many clever ways to climb over or pass through the myriad fences that cover the landscape.
No sweat for those with long legs.
A fine valley view.
Many of the stone walls in these parts date (in some form) from Roman times. This gives a sense of just how many there are!
The Inn at Wasdale Head.
The little mountain church. Several intrepid, but unlucky, climbers rest in the graveyard.
Looking back towards Wast Water. Illgill sits to the left of the lake.
More fences.
Lambs practicing their headbutts.
We climbed just a bit up the valley beyond the Inn. Stone fences not only line the valley, but carve up the hills as well.
Glad for a easier day on our feet!
There were a variety of little bridges as well.
A hot meal really hit the spot!
And sticky toffee pudding (our first) sealed the deal: we loved The Lake District!
Peter's toes preparing to be chilled by the deepest water in England.
Sunset begins, and up on the hills, all of the lambs start to call for their moms and dinner.
Peter and his tiny new video camera.
A very cheery Peter.
High clouds.
And high peaks.
And wild raspberries! The day was a complete success.
More clouds.
And more wild fruit! Cherries this time, from right next to our tent.