I had left the National Trust car park of Blea Tarn, having filmed an earlier vlog and photography session from Lingmoor Fell. I headed South then joined Wrynose Pass, heading West. I arrived at the Three Shire Stone, rather tired but in hope of coming away with at least one good composition, a goal which all landscape photographers should aim for rather than a multitude of mediocre shots.
Parking at Three Shires was a case of precision parking, half car on the verge, half car on the edges of the Pass, which is a very narrow and winding road. Like all respectful drivers, I intentionally avoided parking on a section designed to allow passing cars to pull over and fellow drivers to continue on. A slight angry urge of speaking my mind hit me as I later saw a group of younger people fail to share my respect and parked exactly where my car would have fit but not allow passing cars to continue on. Kids today, I’m getting old.
I set off hiking to my intended destination of Cold Pike, at 701 metres not the smallest and not the tallest but my journey had been helped from a start that was at an altitude of 393 metres. I did however have the weight of my backpack, although slightly lighter than normal. I had made the decision to restrict myself to taking one lens and leave behind my 16-35 and nifty fifty. This left me with one lens and without that lens, I strongly believed my chances of bagging anything worthy would be difficult. I had brought my faithful and favourite landscape photography lens, my 70-200 f4L.
I spent some time at Red Tarn, managing to capture the wonderfully characterful Bow Fell, a mountain I had climbed 3 times. I hit the grassy path that lead to Cold Pike, climbed the wonderfully shaped array of rock formations and finally tapped my walking poles on the top of the cairn of Cold Pike, another Wainwright bagged. The wind was ferocious and was constantly attacking my face as I glared at the view that unfolded in front of me. Sometimes landscape photographers don’t have to work for a good composition. Sometimes leading lines, a focal point of interest and fabulous contrasting patches present themselves. This was a simple case of planting my tripod on a flat, hard surface, focusing on infinity and clicking away until a pattern of light that pleased me the most hit the fells. Crinkle Crags and Bow Fell on the upper third, a path lit up leading to the point of interest. Life was good.