You aren’t sat in traffic, you ARE traffic

I’ve spent the past two days wading through ankle deep mud and getting soaked by the British “summer” whilst working on a photography commission in Staffordshire. And now it’s baking hot, the sun is shining and I’ve spent most of the day sat on the M6 Northbound going nowhere fast…

To quote Simon at Freestak, “You aren’t sat in traffic; you ARE traffic”

Reuben_Tabner_Blisco_3582Finally however I made it to Ambleside and soon after I was blowing my way up the steep sides of Redacre Gill, my heart pounding, threatening to break a rib from the inside as I pushed towards my goal and cleared the traffic from my system.

Reuben_Tabner_Blisco_3584I stopped only briefly to take in the stunning vista of Langdale below me. The sinking evening sun still bathed the hillside with its warm glow as I climbed higher, reaching the summit of Pike of Blisco gasping for breath.

Reuben_Tabner_Blisco_3619I don’t want to head down, I want to stay here and watch the final sun-dance of the day, but a cool breeze blows the heat from my skin and I’m hungry.

Reuben_Tabner_Blisco_3635I race across the plateau to Blake Rigg, from where I can see the van, waiting patiently below. I make my way off trail, down towards Blea Tarn. I’m watching the landscape more than my path, and soon find my way blocked by a steep crag face. I’m forced to down climb, before the path finally opens up and follows the lakeside all the way back to the van and that food…