Staying warm in Wasdale

For several years, a trip south seeking a little winter sun was an annual occurrence. Southern Spain and the Mediterranean islands were obvious and enjoyable alternatives to the futile search for dry Yorkshire grit. And now, though it is the snow and a freeze rather than sun for which I am waiting, memories of those days of warm, rough limestone go a little way to banishing dull winter blues.
Racing the lengthening shadows on the last, easy angled pitch of a 280m route. There followed a fine scramble along a narrow ridgeline to the summit and a long, dusty descent that ended with a well earned cerveza...
...and fire dancing. Above, warming up on a Majorcan beach and below, trying to stay warm in Wasdale.
Somehow, it was never quite the same in The Lakes.