Starting from the town, we briefly walked away from the Old Man, through bits of woodland and across fields still encrusted with the morning's frost.
This brought us out to the head of Coniston Water, also looking quite magical in the still, morning air.
The Herdys were enjoying the sunshine too.
From the other side of the lake the Old Man still majestically dominates the landscape.
Our path up was on one of many that snake through Grizedale Forest where we encountered this very odd sign. I still don't really know what it means or what it may be cautioning against.
The highest point on our walk was Carron Crag and on the way up you encounter various wooden sculptures.
I could have spent hours up on the top of Carron, basking in the sunshine and fresh air. However, there was an important football game on at 5pm (they all seem to be important to the Liverpud), and we had to finish the recce, so reluctantly we started heading down through more deep and magical forest. . .
. . . finishing on gentle country lanes - I love this type of walking path.
At every clearing, the Old Man reasserted itself, looking particularly lovely in the lake's reflection,
A truly super winter walk! I can't wait to do it again with our group.