Below are photos from those few days, where I had Gunnerside gill all to myself on Christmas day, and very few people in the dale on other days.
The dales are like home to me, and I know them well enough to know where I am without map or compass, even when the place is coated in snow. They're a magical place, and perhaps a surprise to some people that such desolate places exist in the "green and pleasant" land of England.
I hope people enjoy the shots..
|Like I said: desolate.|
|The sense of scale might be quite deceptive: that view stretches on for about ten miles.|
|Unfortunately, I disturbed this pair of Swaledales sheltering under the snow. I don't know whether they survived.|
|I waited for about half an hour in the snow waiting for the light to change..|
|..but I think it was worth it?|
|It was warm when dug into the snow. (That's me.)|
|That's the moon above Gunnerside village.|
|Kisdon foss, downstream of Keld.|
|Just upstream of Kisdon foss.|
|This photograph was actually taken at midnight on New Year's Eve.|
|And it was a "blue moon".|