“Let’s go up there,” I said, in a fit of reckless enthusiasm.
Ishbel looked at me dubiously (we’d been dancing the light fantastic until the wee small hours). Even Jack The Navigator Hound looked worried, and he’d had an early night.
Nevertheless, up we went and even I began to doubt my sanity, which is questionable at the best of times. However, the views down through Newlands Valley were worth the climb up the side of Moss Force.
A word on the name; Moss Force. As I’ve mentioned before, ‘Force’ is a northern English term for a waterfall (see Aira Force) and this one is particularly rich in mosses. This, I believe, is a Sphagnum moss, which, due to its highly absorbent nature and slight antiseptic properties was used extensively as a wound dressing in the first World War.
Having made the somewhat perilous descent from Moss Force, we went for a stroll around the top end of Derwent Water at Portinscale. There was some type of Scoter out on the lake but too distant to get a decent photo. We accidentally flushed a Grey Heron, concealed amid the reeds, but the sighting of the day was this Common Pheasant. The Common Pheasant comes in various colour forms and this one is the tenebrosus form (from the Latin for dark).
And yes, it really was me flinging my arms and legs about, and generally looking like a windmill on steroids, at the Craig Charles Funk and Soul House Party in Carlisle on Friday night. Here’s the photographic evidence.