I’m always fascinated by the visual scale deception between Scafell and Scafell Pike. How can the highest mountain in England appear to be shorter than it’s sibling? To view this deceit for oneself is a good enough reason to climb Kirk Fell or Yewbarrow, especially on a clear evening such as this when the setting sun passes around the western end of Wasdale. Sitting on Kirk Fell watching the shadows lengthen on Lingmell and Great End to the calls of meadow pipit and ring ouzel is a quite remarkable experience. The massif opposite takes on the appearance of a failed attempt at building a sandcastle, just at the point of lifting the upturned bucket to see the top collapse. A vast lump of real estate that offers some of the finest hillwalking anywhere, it’s good to study your playground of previous excursions, knowing that the views are equally impressive when you will once again look back to your current position from the other side. Each time I look at this image, I make plans to return to Wasdale to see if I can repeat the experience. In truth, I never have the same experience as the previous trip. Each subsequent visit reveals something different.
Hasselblad Xpan(ii), 45mm, Fuji Velvia 50asa.