Beautiful sunlight on the trees from Hause Point car park . . .	. . . looking across from the fallen ash to Ling Crags.

A quick pause on the rock outcrop for Dougal and Dylan.	Plenty more climbing to do yet.

Onto the pitched path section of the climb.	Are you getting vertigo yet ?

The people on Low Ling Crag are enjoying that sunlight too.	From where Dylan was standing there's a view through to Scotland.

Up onto the rocky crag that fronts the crag.

This was a favourite place of Harry and Bethan who used to sit on the rock and take in the view from here.

This was Harry's 60th and final ascent of Rannerdale and now it was time for him to join his sister Bethan just below, together once again.

A poignant spot for us and one we can see first thing in the morning from our bedroom.

Dylan chooses to face the other way for his photo today.

Below is Buttermere, the village and the lake.  Beyond are the high fells of Fleetwith Pike, the Gables, Haystacks and Kirk Fell over the back.

Actually you can see part of the Scafell Pike Ridge through the gap too.

We pause for peaceful contemplation on the summit cairn of Rannerdale Knotts having just scattered Harry's ashes.

Time to head along the knotts of Rannerdale Knotts.

Grasmoor and Whiteless Pike across the way are bathed in bright sunlight . . . in deep contrast to the Rannerdale Valley below.

Two locals who were not at all put out by our two dogs passing by.

They did generously move aside to allow us to climb the second highest knott up ahead.

The view along Low Bank . . . from Robinson Fell on the left to High Stile on the right.

Down in the trees the Honister Rambler bus leaves the village

on its scheduled run back to Keswick via the Lorton Valley.

We'll drop down into the valley once we can find the path down.

Not here . . . just a little further along, in the dip before the next rise.

Part way down the steep shortcut to the valley and our view is north to Low Fell once again.

Zooming in on our cottage in Loweswater.

See the big white house underneath Low Fell . . . that's not ours !

Down to the bridge in Rannerdale Valley . . . most used when the bluebells are in bloom.

Today the flowers are gone and the remaining leaves of the plants are hidden under a carpet of bracken.

We follow the beck down, heading back to the car now on the last section of the walk.

The hawthorn that featured in many of our May photos, now has small red berries instead of white blooms.

The shapely pyramid of Whiteless Pike takes centre stage in the background.

The large crab apple tree is surrounded by bracken, turning brown now after the first cold nights of autumn.

I think this is where we came in . . . as we used to say in the cinema.

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