Coniston Old Man
My recollections of Coniston Old Man are nearly 25 years old and recall and long arduous slog up an uninteresting hill! However with the benefit of new sight I find a daunting and imposing mountain. Covered in old mine workings and a foot of snow it became a leviathon - a sleeping giant with unknown energies. We attempted to climb it around midday but soon realised that it would be harder going than we thought. Considering a combination of anxious children and an adult with two artificial knees we applied some wisdom to a potentially disastrous situation and only climbed as far as the small tarn.

This painting captures the swirling snow clouds crossing the far reach of the mountain as seen from an icy path.

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