In order of encounter-
The view from the one toward the back which was MUCH MUCH STEEPER than it looks:
The view from no-really-where-the-heck-are-we on this ridge:
The view from the top of a hill that was much easier than it looks:
(If that looks familiar, it's because this one was the next fell north of the first one.)
The view from the second bump on the left:
And finally, the view from here:
I have no idea. About a third of the way up, I found this:
and looked back up at this:
and thought 'you know what I'd really like to do?'
Dip my toes in the water and write in my journal.
So I did. Because honestly? I'd already climbed a bunch of mountains, and I really just wanted to enjoy where I was right then. Because it was a pretty good place to be.
(Would someone please remind me of this the next time I start whinging about my mid-life crisis?)
There you have it: the English Lakes. Everything you've heard is true.
My feet hurt.