The mystery of Great Langdale wove magic around Nicola and I as we paused for a few days in her mighty folds.
We became familiar with the patterns of nature over those days, the Meadow Pipits that pirouetted by us, Roe Deer woodland adventures, Sparrowhawk dashes and Swallow elegance.
One memory that will stay with me most deeply is of the Crow Dance. Each evening, soon after Venus shone brightly in the twilight the gathering would begin on Oakhowe Crag, far off on the western horizon.
They came from all quarters and danced over the summit until the light failed, rising and falling, spiralling and chasing. Perhaps 50 of them, maybe more. What the purpose of the gathering was I have no idea. Was it prearranged, or did they simply wander by?
For me it will remain a mystery, one more thing that I won't ever understand and life will be all the richer for that.
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