Locals call it the “Wet Sahara”, a bronze expanse of muddy sands stretching as far as the eye can see, snaking into spiral patterns, light dancing off scattered pools; overhung by a sky straight from a William Blake painting – perpendicular shafts of silver breaking from between the pregnant clouds.
George
Guitarist with indie rockers Mechanical Mouse Organ, I write clinical software for a living and spend my free hours walking the hills (or fells as we call them here) of the English Lake District. I love a good yarn almost as much as a good fell walk so when I'm not playing guitar or hauling myself up a mountain, I blog about memorable mountain walks and the history and folklore than surrounds them.