Here a stile, there a stile, everywhere a stile stile.
… is a structure which provides people a passage through or over a fence or boundary via steps, ladders, or narrow gaps.
In all the times I have seen or used a stile, it’s been a set of wooden “steps” to help get over a fence, usually with a heap of mud at the foot of it, and one ends of using the stile steps as a boot scraper in order to stop oneself from accidentally slipping and propelling oneself into a muddy, dog fouled path.
In our present, less dog fouled landscape, it would make sense that stiles be made of the local stone, just like the walls they help you scale.
Some are easier to traverse than others. I found this one particularly difficult. I have the flexibility of someone who has absolutely no flexibility. You should see me try and get on my bicycle. Not pretty.
Looking back at the church:
A tarn is…
is a mountain lake or pool, formed in a cirque excavated by a glacier.
This little circular pond held the promise of surrounding livestock. That I would photograph in almost a stalkerish way. Sorry horses.
From now on there won’t be many words, mostly just descriptors. I’m going to let you enjoy the side seat travelling. Get vicarious.
Once my stalking of the grazing horses was complete – I mean really, they are just trying to have their tea and here I come, the tourist with a camera, trampling all over their dinner – I looked up to the mountains in the distance, and down to the path we followed…