Slaters Bridge (4B pencil, sketchbook)
This is the first drawing I made, in the first flush of enthusiasm for Little Langdale. My enthusiasm for the place never waned (indeed we've already made a provisional booking for next year), but as is often the case, I found it increasingly difficult to find things in the countryside I wanted to deal with.
Nevertheless, Slaters Bridge did get me back to draw one end of it.
Slaters Bridge (end) (Pentel Brushpen & watercolour, sketchbook)
And as always, there were collapsed and rotting trees everywhere.
Given that the weather was outstandingly good, with temperatures up to 21C each day and clear blue skies, I found myself wanting to walk more than in previous years. My planta fasciitis seems to have improved, leaving only a little numbness in my big toes, and it was a joy to get out on the fells; unencumbered by heavy weather-proof clothing, the walks reminded me of past holidays walking in Crete and France.