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Six months in snaps: November 2018 to April 2019

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Florence: November 2018
Florence: November 2018
Florence: November 2018
Florence: November 2018
Florence: November 2018
Florence: November 2018
Dales Way (near Burneside): Christmas Eve 2018
Dales Way (near Windermere): Christmas Eve 2018
Ravenna: January 2019
Ravenna: January 2019
Mark Zuckerberg’s doppelgänger being blessed: Ravenna: 2019
Burneside: January 2019
Burneside: January 2019
Burneside: January 2019
Dales Way (near Staveley): January 2019
Dales Way (near Burneside): January 2019
Dales Way (near Staveley): January 2019
Dales Way (near Burneside): January 2019
Burneside: February 2019
Windermere ferry at Ferry Nab (Bowness; east shore): February 2019
Windermere ferry landing at Sawrey (west shore): February 2019
“And there are wastes of stump and bramble where once there were singing groves.” Near Claife Heights, west shore of Windermere: February 2019
Scout Scar (above Kendal): February 2019
An indifferent buzzard being mobbed by corvids: Scout Scar (above Kendal): February 2019
Loughrigg: March 2019
Loughrigg (with herdwick gimmer): March 2019
Loughrigg: March 2019
Loughrigg: March 2019
Wicker horse and smashed daffodils: Manchester (canal): March 2019
Burneside: April 2019
Possibly near Longsleddale: April 2019
Dales Way (near Staveley): Easter Saturday 2019
Burneside: Easter Saturday 2019
Burneside: Easter Sunday 2019
Dales Way (near Windermere): Easter Sunday 2019
Dales Way (between Windermere and Staveley): Easter Sunday 2019
Dales Way (between Windermere and Staveley): Easter Sunday 2019
Wansfell (above Ambleside): April 2019
Wansfell (above Ambleside): April 2019
From Orrest Head (above Windermere): April 2019

Cold, snow, winter and the remote north

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Iceland sunrise
Þingvellir National Park at sunrise (southern Iceland). Credit: Meredith Katzman.

We had a few cold days, but for the most part December was horribly mild. It felt like a reverse Narnia; ‘always Christmas but never winter’. That’s not to sneer at Christmas, there’s much to be said for eating, drinking, and irrational, even stupid cheerfulness. But without winter it all seemed a bit thinner, more watery, less convincing. It was more about the trappings and less about the feel of the thing. Continue reading →