So we made our way down the mountain slowly. And as we got back to our starting point the last of the Autumn sunlight lit up the bracken at  the top of opposite slope, Red Screes, whilst the darkness gathered on the lower areas.

And we had a much earned beer at the Kirkstone Pass Inn, the highest Inn in England.  Funny bjust how good a beer tastes when you  have earned it. I have remarked how the walk earns you a view you could never get otherwise, a view that no money can buy; well I suppose, if you want to be picky, if you had enough money you could get your helicopter to take you there, but that well earned beer is priceless.