This was a cold week - the skiing season of the year! We spent long time debating where to find most snow, and in the end decided to go to North Pennines. We were keen to repeat our last year's skiing trip in this area. Sonya arranged a sleepover with a friend, so we left home on Friday evening. It was already half-eleven when we finally put the skis on. The snow cover was thin but adequate. For the first time in about 30 years we were going to wild camp during a skiing trip!
We followed a compass bearing for about an hour. It was very quiet, virtually no wind.
Finding a camping spot was easy, the terrain was flat and all spots looked the same in the darkness. The temperature dropped to below -5 °С overnight, but we were well-prepared for the cold.
The morning was misty, but after a couple of hours the sun came out and transformed the surrounding moors. We are skiing up the hill.
Not much snow on the heather. These moors are not particularly interesting in the Summer, but when snow-covered, they are amazing!
The snowy hills are lit by the sun.
We saw lots of hare tracks but no hares.
A snowdrift with a smile.
We got close to the familiar fells: Great Dun Fell (decorated by a radar), Little Dun Fell on the right, and Cross Fell (the tallest hill in this ridge) further on the right. We did not have time to climb them. The snow was fresh and soft and difficult to ski on, and the heather underneath also slowed us down.
Some frost pillars got separated from their grassy stems.
The stream is half-frozen.
The sun started setting down and the hills became yellow.
To get to our car we had to cross two more shallow valleys. Will we get there before the sunset?
The sun is getting lower and lower, and the shadows become longer and longer.
We got to the car just before the sunset.
Great Dun Fell.